The Priestess of the Spire

A deep melodious bell rang low throughout the caverns. Vana and Lala looked at each other and slowly rose out of the bath. “Come Master Gar. The feast in your honor will commence soon.” The women helped him into a long soft robe and then donned sweaters of white fleece that barely reached their bottoms. They led him up a long spiral staircase to a lavish chamber hung with tapestries and lit by warm glowing lanterns where they presented him with an outfit of exquisite refinement.

He was soon dressed in a loose fitting shirt of impossibly lightweight shimmering white cloth adorned at the neck and cuffs with embroidered patterns of gold thread and amethysts. There were matching pants of the same silky fabric which caressed his skin arousingly when he moved. As he was inspecting himself in a tall mirror, Star arrived to escort him down to the feast. With kisses and hugs goodbye, Lala and Vana hurried off to their chambers to freshen up and get dressed.

Star was made up beautifully, sparkling eyes shadowed with dark iridescence and long lashes. She wore high heels and a tiny silk dress slit high up the sides. Underneath, she also wore the delicate harness: a few thin gold bands which criss-crossed her back and rose between her breasts to connect to an elegant golden choker necklace.

They rode in a large elegant cage of metal suspended by a network of pulleys and cables down a long shaft to the great hall below. “Wow, look at you!” Gar said with admiration. “And I thought you were gorgeous before.” Star blushed and spun a playful twirl for him. The outfit and heels sumptuously accented the curves of her fit, youthful body. She looked over her shoulder with mischievous glance. “You don’t look so bad, either Master Gar.” Her eyes drifted down his frame to alight on the long hanging bulge in his lightweight trousers and then back up to meet his eyes. She adjusted the thin straps of her dress which seemed to want to slip off her shoulders.

Gar was entranced by the sweep of Star’s graceful neck and the smell of her hair and perfume. He noticed a ring which hung on a short thin chain from the back of her choker necklace. He reached and gently tugged at it. This prompted a gasp from Star, and she went up on her tiptoes and backed up unbalanced into his arms, her eyes rolling back into her head, emitting a soft moan. “Do you wish me to serve you now?” She whispered submissively. “You can lift my dress, I have no panties.”

Gar was aroused and confused. “What?” He released the ring and Star relaxed. ” I… I was only curious what that ring was! Wait, what did you say?” Star seemed to realize his intent and smiled awkwardly, her eyes regaining focus. She searched a moment for her words.”That is my faith ring. It is rigged to my harness. When you pull it tight it activates pressure points on my body, putting me in your complete control.” She turned to face him and he could see three fine golden chains connecting the choker to the top of her harness, which was designed to constrict when the ring was pulled.

It seemed strange to Gar. “I was wondering about those, I see a lot of the Sisters wearing them.”

“We all wear it for ceremonies and special occasions.” She said. “Sometimes we just wear it for the feeling it gives us. It is a symbol by which we surrender control of ourselves completely. An offering we all give to one another.”

Gar found this extremely interesting. “So you pull on one another’s rings and make each other slaves?”

“Sometimes. Kind of?” Star considered. “It is mostly done during ritual or play, or when someone has needs which they don’t wish to say aloud. When we have complete trust and faith in one another, we can let go and let others take control without fear.” Star was thoughtful. “It is actually very freeing to sometimes put all responsibilities and decisions into someone elses’ hands for a little while.” She lowered her voice unnecessarily, for they were alone in the lift. “Perhaps when we have more time together, you can try that again.”

The lift cage clanged. The platform reached the end of the descent and the ornate iron doors opened, revealing a large open room under vaulted ceilings. Braziers blazed around the perimeter and gave the space a warm glow. Tall walls painted with brilliant murals depicting mountains and large flora rose to great height. From large fountains carved from stone, clear water cascaded by stages into pools surrounded by low stone walls and ferns.

Most of the space around the periphery was given over to foliage of all types. White leafless trees with shiny golden apples, neatly pruned red maples, dwarf cedars and flowering dogwoods rose over tall ferns and a resplendence of colorful living plants: magnolias, valerian, jasmine, hellebore. The most notable of all were the gigantic orchids planted in stone rings. They rose over the heads of those who walked among them, intricately patterned petals glowing with faint purple luminescence. Grape and other flowering vines rose up the massive stone pillars toward a great round dome crossed by curved beams of thick wood. It had curved glass panels set among the crossings that exposed the evening sky which tonight glimmered with a bright spray of stars.

In the center of the room was a circular dance floor where a few of the Sisters gyrated and undulated as a powerful stringed instrument emitted a pattern of bass notes that could be felt in the bones along with a deep, hypnotic drumbeat. The dancers were bare-chested, wearing only the briefest of bottoms and the sparse glinting gold of their harnesses. They were graceful on high-heeled clogs, holding flowing scarves which floated in the air. They would release them and spin into the drifting fabric to wrap it around themselves to make impromptu dresses. They held alluring poses for a moment before spinning out of the scarves, sending them drifting in the air once more.

Surrounding the dance floor were a number of low tables with small rough crystals glowing warmly in the center. At these tables the Sisters of the Spire reclined or knelt on ploova cushions in tiny sparkling dresses fashionably slashed to cover an absolute minimum of skin, the glimmer of gold harness thread was evident on all. There was a low buzz of happy chatter and much convivial laughter.

Gar saw Ava across the room, reclining on a regal elevated platform. She rose when their eyes met. As if this was a signal, a path was cleared between them and the chatter and background noise faded except for the beat of the music. All eyes were on Gar as he strode down the middle of the room. To his surprise, Star peeled away from him and blew kisses as he approached Ava, who then took his hand and led him to the platform of honor under a canopy of silk. At a low table surrounded by soft ploova cushions, Ava held his hand to her chest in welcoming and beckoned him to make himself comfortable.

“Did you enjoy the bathing, Master Gar?” Ava asked slyly as they lowered themselves to the cushions. She sat next to him with poise and elegance. Gar smiled, recalling the afternoon. “It was sublime.” Ava seemed pleased at his response.

In the overwhelming beauty that seemed to be everywhere in the Spire, Ava stood out. She wore a strapless bustier and bodysuit outfit made of thin white stretchy fabric. Impossibly tight, it revealed every muscle and curve of her svelte figure. It was adorned with a long strokes of decorative gold that wrapped one leg and her torso like a vine. Over her shoulders she wore a cape of transparent gauze that draped over her pushed-up cleavage. The cape was light and ethereal, the borders were adorned with gold motifs in the shape of the Spire. She wore tall heels and a gold choker but no harness. Her long golden brown hair was held in place by a sleek gold tiara. It held a single amethyst cut into the shape of a star.

Now that they were seated, the ambient noise rose again. Hearty aromas of spices and cooked dishes wafted through the air, a few of the sisters walked the perimeter of the seating areas, filling goblets with a light purple liquid. Gar noticed that there were a number of alcoves close to the ceiling where few huge panthers the color of midnight sat leisurely, watching the revelry below.

A serving girl in skimpy apron on tall heels brought Gar and Ava two goblets of roova nectar and they raised it in a toast and drank deep. Gar enjoyed the flush of calm, energetic strength that washed through him as he drank it down. Ava relished the sensation of the liquid in her throat as well, relaxing and sighing with pleasure before regaining her poise. “You must be ravenous with hunger.” She looked towards the steps. “Let us see to your appetite, shall we?”

At that moment, large plates of steaming dishes of all types started arriving and were placed on the table before them. There was honey glazed bean curd, colorful vegetables in buttery sauce and spices, steaming stews, various rice dishes with grilled zuchini and plaintain, soft dumplings lightly crisped in oil, root vegetables whipped into a meringue, small crackers with rare cheeses and pickled vegetables. He thought it interesting that there was no meat, but it all looked delicious and Gar’s mouth was watering.

The feast had begun throughout the hall for the rest of the gathered as well. Wine, along with ooba and roova nectar, was flowing, the melodious cacophony of excited female voices floated in the air. The women in the outer room fed each other treats from the tables with their hands.

Ava made another gesture and four young maidens came forward on their tiptoes wearing abbreviated aprons of shiny white silk and tiny matching bottoms. They knelt beside Gar and behind him, urging him to lay back and relax as they arranged cushions and their bodies to support him. He noticed the faint glimmer of harness wires beneath their tiny aprons. They worked together, bringing the delicacies from the table to his mouth, holding a goblet for him to sip, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a white cotton napkin. They rubbed his shoulders and caressed his limbs while he partook.

While they ate, he couldn’t help but ask Ava the questions that had been on his mind. Where there really no men? Where did the sisters come from? How did they sustain and protect themselves out here away from society? What was the purpose of the Sisterhood? Ava was patient and tried to answer his questions, though he felt there was much she was leaving out.

The Spire had existed for ages and was a feminine enterprise from the very beginning. Originally the Sisters were considered witches and banished from towns because of their unusual rituals. Gar was surprised to hear that there were a few other orders of the Sisters in far off places, but he knew little of the world beyond the riverlands. Over hundreds of years, Ava’s predecessors established this stronghold in what they considered a sacred valley and wove spells to invoke fear and confusion in those who entered the domain uninvited.

Women who came to the Spire sought it out from rumors and whispers, searching for a refuge from the shame and ostracism that came from having unorthodox desires. A typical acolyte spent up to ten years at the Spire developing their skill and then might choose to travel abroad, using their abilities and arcane knowledge to advance peace and prosperity in the world. Some Sisters held positions of power in courts and high councils. Others settled down with partners and raised families. Others found grottoes deep in wilderness and spent their existences in ritual and communion with nature.

Gar listened intently as he ate. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was but over the multiple courses and refills of his goblet, he was feeling quite content listening to Ava’s pleasant voice. She had moved closer to him on the cushions as they talked and the women attending to Gar’s comfort began to caress and massage her shoulders as well. He was still curious about the beautiful and luxurious comfort of the Spire and the coin that paid for it. Not all of it had been grown in the valley.

Ava gestured all around at the girls throughout the hall. “The Spire produces some of the finest textiles and jewelry in the entire land. Each little dress you see would sell in the cities for the price of a small cottage because the cloth is so rare. We make lingerie that covers the bodies of princesses, queens and royal concubines. Our lotions and oils are sold for more than their weight in silver.” Gar could hear the pride in her voice and began to understand. He knew that the Spire did a lot of trade through his village, but he hadn’t realized the extent nor the richness of it.

“And you see Master Gar,” Ava leaned in as if sharing a secret. “While the rest of the world set about destroying nature, the delicate, the ancient… we set about to preserve it. We have, growing wild in the Vale and in our greenhouses and caverns, plants the rest of the world hasn’t seen in centuries. Part of our mission is the preservation and cultivation of these exotic plants and learning their secrets. ” She reached and pulled on the panties of one of the women reclined next to Gar. The cloth was extremely stretchy as Ava demonstrated its limits, eliciting a murmur of pleasure from the girl. “The elasticity and sheen in this cloth is unmatched in any other material. You would not believe the demand for this. It is made from the fibers of the voluva plant and extracts of alambor, both of which only grow within the Spire.” She let the fabric go and it snapped back with a startled “Oh!” from the girl. Ava patted the cushions. “Ploova is a miraculous substance, capable of approximating almost any type of surface and any shape depending on treatment. We use it in many of our products. It comes from the rare ploova trees which flourish in our orchard but no where else.”

Ava looked into Gar’s eyes with new intensity. “But we do not do these things so that we may just live in opulence. We do this so that the real work of the Sisterhood continues unabated in safety, privacy and comfort. ”

She decided it was prudent not to divulge anymore. If it turned out he wasn’t the one they sought, she would have risked sharing secrets of the Spire for no benefit, although she could tell she had caught his interest.

“I am truly sorry, Master Gar. It would be premature for me say anymore.” As a means of distraction, she raised her goblet for a toast. “For now, let us rejoice in the presence of our honored guest, heroic Gar Woodwright and his blessed giant cock.” This elicited cheers and merry laughter from the gathered women, and they all drank.

After their goblets were set down or removed, the girls pulled him back to recline among them. He was elated and aroused in the presence of their pretty faces and nubile bodies barely covered by the aprons. They were not shy about encouraging his touch with their body language. He ran his hands along their smoothly lotioned skin while they cooed and giggled. He was particularly taken by a honey blonde with caramel skin and vivacious brown eyes. She had pulled her apron aside to expose a hard pink nipple and he toyed with it while she looked at him doe-eyed. He wondered what would happen if he pulled her ring.

Ava sat close by, watching bemusedly. The rest of the room was in mid-feast, conversations hummed and goblets and bottles clinked. He has some power, she thought, considering how Luna’s aura had been charged. Perhaps his amazing cock was really magical, maybe an ancestor had been a satyr or a giant. Perhaps he had a special charisma that had aroused emotions in Luna, multiplying the power of her orgasm. She could see that the women on the couch were stimulated by his attention. He was handsome and muscular, but that was not enough alone to explain the attraction she and the others felt toward him.

She wanted to let herself believe that a new Lord of the Spire really had emerged as the patterns had foretold. If so, the patterns may also be correct about the growing chaos that will reign if his power falters. She knew there was only one way to know for sure, and she just had to be sure.

She stood abruptly. “Come.” She offered her hand to Gar. “I cannot stand the suspense. Destiny branches before us, let us learn what fate has ordained.” The girls were now sprawling over Gar and he was hesitant to get up. The ladies did not wish to deter the Priestess, however, and rolled off of him. He took her hand politely and stood, not entirely eager. Ava spoke to the honey-blonde with her apron bunched between her exposed breasts. “Miri. Come along with us, dear.” She bid them to follow her toward the back of the platform, out of the main hall and down a narrow tunnel. Gar helped Miri up. She smoothed out her apron, adjusted the straps and trotted along in the rear, holding Gar’s hand.

The sound of the feast became distant as they strode on a richly woven carpet down a hallway to another of the lift cages used for ascending or descending within the Spire. This one was more ornate but smaller and they were close together as the gate door closed. Miri put her arms around Gar and smiled up at him. She affected a wide-eyed innocence that he suspected was exaggerated, but he found it alluring despite himself. Ava kept her eye on a gauge of the cage’s position as they descended. The ride took a couple of minutes, and Gar and Miri enjoyed each other’s company. His hands found their way inside her apron and were kneading her breasts while she bit her lower lip when the cage came to a sudden halt, startling the couple to attention.

They looked around as Ava opened the grate. They were deep in the heart of the mountain of the Citadel, the air was warm and heavy. They had come to rest in a rock-walled chamber that had a number of pipes passing through in different directions down a couple of tunnels. Ava led them down the winding path of one of the tunnels toward a faint blue glow. At the end of the path was a large stone door carved in rich detail with a pattern of inlaid metal that glowed blue with the writing of some ancient age. Ava made a gesture with her hands and additional symbols lit up with green and the door slid open. They stood at the entrance to a huge chamber that left Gar speechless.

It was a massive cavern that looked like it could hold a small town. It contained a large pond under a huge dome of stalactites which receded into darkness. Huge glowing crystals of all colors jutted out of the water at angles and more were embedded in the distant walls. Pathways of raised stone crossed the pond to small rocky islands. There were strange and exotic plants everywhere, phosphorescent, bringing warmth and color to the cavern. It felt like being outdoors at night in a magical garden. The air was fresh and aromatic. There was even a twinkle of stars from a smattering of glowing crystals in the distant ceiling.

Ava led them down a walkway toward the center of the cavern where a large mossy island was illuminated by an enormous glowing lotus flower in its center. Miri was looking around in wonder. “I’ve never been down here.”

Ava responded. “Yet you know where we are.”

Miri came to an awareness. She looked ahead at the massive flower-like plant as they came closer. She spoke softly, in awe. “Is this the chamber of the Star Chrysalis? It’s real?” Ava raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, I knew it was real, but I thought the chamber was forbidden, unless…” She turned to look at Gar and back to Ava.

Ava strode on ahead of them and spoke back over her shoulder. “It is the only way to know for sure.”

Arriving at the island, the large plant loomed overhead, about twice as tall as Gar. The large petals fanned out gracefully like sails in an overlapping pattern, illuminated from within by natural bio-luminescence. The base was formed from a convergence of many roots that disappeared into the ground or splayed out over the mossy island. Many of the fatter tube-like roots extended to the edges of the island and disappeared into the water. High above, emanating from the core of the flower behind the petals, a few giant curving vine-like stems tipped with pink tulip-shaped buds swayed in a nonexistent breeze.

They paused and the women removed their clogs before stepping off of the stone pathway and onto the soft surface of the island. It felt unusual on Gar’s bare feet. He looked down and saw that the mossy ground cover was actually made of an infinite number of small tendrils which moved like the tentacles of a sea anemone, as if they were actively aware of his footsteps. Where his feet touched the ground, it glowed.

In a ring around the island there were a number of tall standing stones. They looked incredibly ancient and weathered. Each was carved with a sigil design with a barely discernible blue glow.

The trio passed the stones and approached the the massive plant, leaving glowing blue footsteps in their wake in the dim light. Ava looked around, pausing at a spot just under the canopy of the large petals. She turned to face them and gestured behind. “The Star Chrysalis of legend. One of the most ancient livings thing in existence, one of only three known to ever exist.”

Miri looked up in wonderment, as if seeing a fairy-tale come to life. Ava continued, “It is connected to the roots of our world and has awareness and memory, though not in a way you nor I can easily comprehend. ” She looked at Gar. “It will know if you have the power.”

So here they would find out, Gar thought. He was in awe of the ancient behemoth flower, it moved as if aware of their presence. The giant petals parted slightly and one of the tall bud-tipped stems bent and descended towards the group, as if curious.

Gar found the plant eerie, but fascinating. “But how will it tell us?” he asked. Looking around, he didn’t see how it could be capable of speech. Ava walked up and put her arms around Miri and Gar, turning them to face each other. “Do not worry, Master Gar. I will know. All you need to do…” she paused as she released a clasp on Miri’s apron. It slid to the ground. “Is act naturally.”

Miri’s perfect tits stood at attention, jostling gently as she shifted her weight. She looked wide-eyed at Gar, her mouth open in surprise in the sudden absence of her clothes. Her large, dark brown eyes reflected the magenta glow of their surroundings. She was a beauty among beauties. Her long silky honey-blonde hair fell fluidly about her shoulders and her caramel skin was burnished by the soft lighting. Gar’s eyes took in her long shapely legs, her narrow waist and smooth wide hips, her flat belly and the wide gap between her thighs barely covered by the silk panties. A glint of gold shimmered in a line across her belly and another between her breasts. Gar was feeling desire build within him.

Ava reached up and pulled Miri’s ring and Gar saw a golden glimmer as her harness constricted around her torso. Her body twitched and she went up on her tiptoes, tilting towards Ava. Her eyes rolled back under half closed lids with a soft moan. Ava whispered something in her ear and and then let go of the ring.

Miri then sank to her knees before Gar in the carpet of soft squirming tentrils. Her large eyes opened to look up into his face with a smoldering intensity. She effortlessly pulled Gar’s loose pants down, releasing his cock which sprung out, ramrod stiff. Rotating her face to receive it on her tongue, she pushed the swollen knob of his cock-head past her luscious lips and into the back of her throat.

Gar groaned in pleasure. At that moment the ground shook and the massive lotus-like plant seemed to become alert. The large petals stiffened slightly and two more of the bulb-tipped vine stems descended toward Miri and Gar, sensing something.

His cock swelled in the suction of Miri’s mouth. She slurped and gulped, her lips gliding on a film of saliva along the bulging veins of his shaft. She pushed herself closer to him, taking it deeper into her throat with each plunge. Ava moved behind Gar and removed his shirt, giving words of encouragement to Miri while looking around at the changes happening on the island.

The large plant was glowing with more intensity, pulsing with energy. The large tube roots were contracting and relaxing. The tendrils on the ground beneath them were getting longer and more excited. Waves of luminescence rippled along the ground emanating from where they stood.

Ava gasped as the pink bulbs at the ends of one of the long vine stems suddenly bloomed open and a bundle of thin feeler tentacles emerged from the center like long translucent tubular tongues. They spread out through the air with serpentine movement, seeking. She covered her mouth, stifling her surprise.

“What are those?” Gar asked, suddenly concerned. This was all extremely weird but his cock felt so good in Miri’s mouth and he thought Ava had things under control up to this point.

“They will not harm us,” Ava insisted. “The Star Chrysalis plant is seeking connection to us.” She reached out to one of the groups of long thin tentacles. They gently curled around her wrist, illuminating at the touch. Ava closed her eyes. “I feel it… it is searching…”

Another of the stem tip bulbs drifted close behind Gar and bloomed open, releasing more of the feeling tentacles. He felt them grazing across his ribs, a couple were wrapping around his chest. They were sticky and slippery at the same time, leaving a sheen of slick residue where they traveled. It seemed he could feel warm energy pulsing through them like a heartbeat. They grew around him like vines, caressing him. The sensation was actually quite pleasant and he relaxed a bit, letting the full spectrum of the sensations sink in, the massaging embrace of the soft tentacles, his throbbing cock moving back and forth in Miri’s warm wet mouth. He felt something like a tapping at the base of his neck and suddenly everything shifted.

He was still in the same place, but everything changed appearance, as if he was seeing into a realm of energy overlaid on the physical world. The massive flower had become a torch of white fire with arcs of light bending away from it. He could see the paths of the roots carrying pulsing rivers of light to the distant corners of cavern where it spread up the walls in angular patterns.

The long stems of the plant and their feelers glowed brightly as well as they wrapped around his torso and Ava’s arm. He could see that a new spray of luminescent tentacles had emerged from a third vine stem and were reaching out to Miri from behind. Brilliant energy pulsed within the sylph-like forms of the women. He could see his cock glowing white hot in Miri’s head with prismatic rays of energy flaring into the surrounding space. Her mind was glowing like a sun.

He felt a strange gratitude within, as if a thirst of centuries was about to be quenched. He did not know where this feeling originated.

Just as suddenly, he was back in the physical world, the thin tentacle at the base of his neck had disconnected and was traversing his shoulder. The feelers he had seen reaching for Miri were encircling her waist and neck. She was being pulled back with a look of surprise on her face, saliva dripping as his cock emerged from her mouth.

Gar looked to Ava, wondering if she found any of this unexpected, but she had her eyes closed and her head rolled freely around on her neck as the translucent feelers extended under the fabric of her body suit, encircling her limbs and torso and lifting her off of the ground with eerie strength.

Bundles of thin tentacles held Miri firmly by the waist and neck and while others moved with uncanny efficiency to encircle her limbs. She looked up and down in fascination as first they caught her wrists and pulled them up over her head and then wrapped her ankles and spread her legs straight and wide into a V shape. The feelers pulled apart the chain links of her golden harness and it fell to the ground. She was gently lifted her body off the ground so that she hovered, her body stretched taut before him, naked except for the tiny silk bottoms. He felt some of the feelers now curled around his balls and the base of his dick, warm and slippery, stroking and angling his cock to point directly between her legs.

Miri’s face was flushed and she looked at Gar though heavy lidded eyes, overcome by sensation. Her body twitched and she moaned, the feelers were sliding along her belly and thighs. Gar was transfixed by the sight of her shiny wet breasts as she writhed before him. As if responding to his thoughts, tentacles began to slide over them and flick at her nipples. He didn’t see how he could be controlling the plant’s appendages, but they certainly seemed to be acting with his desires and he could somehow feel sensations from their activity.

With his mind, he reached out and things began to happen. On either side of Miri’s hips, feelers hooked under the fabric of her panties and ripped them away. One of the translucent feelers swelled in size, filling with clear liquid, to become a thick tube. The liquid dribbled from the tip as it slid into Miri’s bare pussy, emptied its contents, and withdrew. The lubricating fluid dripped from her pussy as her body was carried towards him and his cock, throbbing, fat and rigid, slid into her wetness. Miri let out a high-pitched gasp and uttered, “Oh yes… fucking yes…” The tentacles held her floating in the perfect position for Gar to grab her hips with his large hands and begin thrusting.

The illumination in the plant and its appendages became more intense. The glow pulsed brighter as he vigorously fucked Miri. The feelers were doing his bidding, they had coiled around her breasts, squeezing them tightly. The tips of the tentacles were now pulsing lubricating liquid over her skin and it glistened on her breasts and belly.

Ava was drifting just above the ground next to them, her arms wrapped to her sides, her long legs dangling. The clear thin tentacles had torn away large sections of her body suit, exposing the gleaming skin of her naked belly and vulva. Gar was insatiable, he wanted Ava as well.

In the next instant, one of feelers by Ava’s thighs swelled with clear fluid to form a tumescent phallus matching the size of Gar’s cock. Spurting liquid at the entrance to her pussy, it slid straight inside and remained, pumping and flexing. Gar could feel the sensation of being inside her as if the feeler was an extension of his body. She gasped and her eyes went wide. It began sliding in and out, matching Gar’s thrusts in Miri. Another fat tentacle swelled into another phallus. It gushed lubricant into her ass before sliding inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back, muscles tensed, the stimulation overwhelming.

Gar’s awareness to his connection to all things around him grew. He could now see the patterns of energy in detail if he concentrated on any particular thing. He could see the energy flow in Miri’s anatomy like a map to her erogenous zones. His thumb went to her clitoris and he knew the exact pressure and motion to light her up. He angled his cock to hit the area he sensed as her g-spot. With a quick rub of his thumb and a few well placed thrusts, she exhaled as if something had squeezed the air out of her lungs and her body convulsed into a bucking, frenzied orgasm. Light flared around them.

Next to Miri floated Ava, double-penetrated, rubbing her hands over her body and moaning. Gar saw her energy pattern and he willed the probing tendrils to work, sending her into a sustained orgasmic trance . The energy of both of the women intensified. He could see their auras now, glowing in spectral shells around them.

Gar felt weightless and realized they were all being lifted higher in the firm grip of the feeler vines as the long base stems unbowed and straightened toward the ceiling. Miri lifted off of his cock and rose nearby alongside Ava as they ascended up and over the outspread leaves of the Star Chrysalis.

A raised circular platform the size of a large bed came into his vision, it grew on a stalk in the center of the flower. The yellow surface was a geometric pattern of small round rubbery bulbs packed closely together. The tentacles brought Ava and Miri closer to the platform and relaxed so that the girls slid out onto the squishy surface. It undulated beneath them and the pattern of bulbs released a honey-like fluid that pooled around their bodies. The feeler tentacles that had carried the girls retracted into the pink bulbous tips and then backed away, swaying in a slow rhythm.

Gar was held slightly above, watching the pair squirm in delight. Something in the fluid had a profound sensual effect on the women. Ava was on her back, her long legs spread out, her torso writhing. Her eyes were closed but she was laughing, her white teeth showing. Right next to her Miri was face down in the squirming bulbs, moaning contentedly, her tight curvy ass in the air, her pussy dripping wet.

He was carried down and released by the tentacles at the moment his cock head penetrated her shiny swollen vulva. “Fuck… yes…” she grunted as the girth and length of his cock drove her body down with a squish, deep into the rubbery bulbs and honey fluid. The weight of Gar’s muscular body flattened her beautiful form even further and his thrusting hips drove her deep into the soft bulbs. Their motion created waves which spread out to jostle Ava’s limp, half-naked body as she drifted in a daze.

There was a buzzing and humming as an arc of blinding energy formed overhead like a lightning whip, jumping between different points of contact on the stem bulbs and the large petals. It split into additional streams, one of them connected to one of the standing stones nearby and from there it branched out connect the entire ring of stones around the island, causing their sigils to glow. Another of the streams reached for Gar and struck him in the back.

Gar was in a dimension of pure white, all he could see was Miri and Ava bedded in an undulating cloud. Everything was in slow motion, he enjoyed every moment of prolonged sensation. Miri’s warm wet body squirming beneath him, his cock moving in the slippery grip of her pussy, getting deeper and tighter, pushing into her cervix. He was cumming. He was a bridge from the realm of energy, flooding into Miri’s portal, filling her up, electrifying her insides, slamming her into an unending orgasm. His flow of semen seemed endless, his whole body was a flexing pump, with every contraction his mind exploded in bliss.

Gar woke up, he wasn’t sure how much later it was. He was on the soft tendril ground of the island. Ava was next to him, her bodysuit in shreds, seemingly in a dream with a smile on her face. He looked around, he didn’t see Miri. He tried to wake Ava up, her eyes opened halfway.

“Ava, where is Miri? Did you see what happened to her?”

Ava smiled. “Oh, I saw.” She pointed up above the Star Chrysalis plant. One of the vine stems twisted toward the ceiling of the cavern. The bulb at the end had swollen much larger and Gar could see that the pink translucent shell held the shape of a person curled into a ball.

“What the…” He jumped to his feet, desperately looking for a way to climb up. Ava’s voice was calm and reassuring. “She will be just fine, I promise.” Gar whirled on her. “How can you be sure? She can’t breathe in there, she might already be dead!”

“She’s not.” Ava was rising to her feet. “This is well documented in the lore. Once the Spire Lord has filled the vessel, she will remain in orgasmic communion within the chrysalis until her charge as been absorbed. ” She spoke as if reciting. “This may take hours or days. She will then be disgorged with no ill effects.”

“How…” Gar was speechless. For many reasons. He looked down at his body. He was naked, covered in clear goo, his cock hung thick and slightly stiff and his balls ached pleasurably. Ava came up and embraced him. She looked up at him with sparkling eyes and took his cock in her hand. “I read the patterns correctly,” she said in a dreamy voice. “You have opened a bridge to the energy realm and awakened the Star Chrysalis. You have the power.”

Gar was beginning to remember why Ava had brought them down into the cavern. “I don’t know,” he ventured. “There was some kind of power… I saw it, I mean I felt it, but…”

He saw that Ava was anxious and let her speak. “You are the conduit for a great and wonderful force. You are Lord of the Spire.” Gar stopped protesting as she pulled his face down to hers. He was mesmerized by her beauty, her eyes were like windows to world of blue-green peace. They kissed, slowly and passionately.

Ava was eager to share the good news with the rest of the Spire. She promised Gar that she would send someone down to keep watch on Miri while she remained suspended in the pod. Gar helped Ava remove the remaining tattered shreds of her bodysuit and they bathed in the crystalline water of the surrounding pond, rinsing the lubricant gel from their skin and hair. Gar found his pants and gave Ava his shirt to wear and they rose in the lift to the upper levels.

As they emerged from the hallway out into the great hall, a spectacle of hedonism unfolded before them. The entire Sisterhood lay sprawled about the in the throes of various sexual activities, their dresses pulled up, down or off. There was a chorus of soft moans and slurping and squishing noises as tongues and other tools pleasured various orifices. The walls and the roof of the chamber was filigreed with a web of glowing lines which Gar had not noticed before.

A dark haired young woman who lay intertwined in a threesome by their feet saw them and her eyes went wide. “Lord Gar!” The three girls rose to their knees, a bit flustered and dazed.

Ava was taken aback. “Wait, you recognize that he is Lord of the Spire?”

“Priestess, there was a huge surge of energy through the Spire and many strange and wonderful things began to happen. The walls lit up and we were bathed with such a feeling of love and overwhelming desire.” She looked sheepishly around at the mass orgy underway. “Some said that the bridge of Za had been opened using the Star Chrysalis, only the Lord of the Spire could have done that.”

“Bridge of Za?” Gar looked at Ava.

“The connection to the energy. I can explain more later.” She looked across the sea of writhing lithesome bodies and turned to Gar. “Come, they have already begun a love ritual. I’m concerned that if they saw you at this moment they would all try to drink every last drop of your semen.” Gar thought for a moment that sounded great, but he did feel a little spent and his balls felt empty. He imagined there would be opportunities later.

After instructing one of the women to keep on eye on Miri in the cavern of the Star Chrysalis, she beckoned the other two to join her in showing the Lord of the Spire to his chamber. They ascended to a large vaulted space near the top of the Spire with huge curved windows and decorated with colorful tapestries. It had a radial layout and around the circumference by the windows there was a lounging area of ploova and soft pillows. There was a small bathing pool bubbling with warm water, a massage table, some low cabinets with various bottles of liquor or extracts. On one side of the room there was a partition with a door leading to a privy and another transparent panel which revealed a shower chamber. In the center of all of this, was an expansive circular bed of ploova, outfitted in silky white sheets, that looked like it could hold twenty people. It reminded Gar of the yellow platform in the Star Chrysalis, he touched the surface and it undulated softly, revealing a viscous liquid filling the mattress.

Ava shooed the girls off to start showering and turned to Gar. “This is your chamber, my Lord.” She was clearly enjoying calling him that, though it made Gar a little uncomfortable. With a graceful gesture, she added, “It, as with the rest of the Spire, is yours to enjoy. Please make yourself at home.”