Burdens of Divinity ch.1
#3 of Aurentos
Aurentos provides a sample of his seed while combating his deeply ingrained sense of virtue
One of the elder priests guided Aurentos to the ritual bathing chamber. The bathing pool was large enough for several priests to enter and cleanse themselves, but today it was empty for his personal use.
"I've prepared some special incense to aid in your mission," The elder priest explained. He was a monitor lizard, swathed in thick, fur-lined robes. Cold-blooded folk were uncommon in Silverside, but his devotion to the Silver made him brave the cold. It was awkward for Aurentos to be receiving coaching on "donation" from someone who had been a mentor figure for most of his life. "The incense will aid your clarity of mind and stimulation of the body. You may find it more comfortable to meditate through the collection process." The elder priest put a wrinkled hand to his mouth, failing to hide a wry little grin. "But if meditating makes it difficult to, ah, produce... Well, the priestess who will be attending you is a shapely young thing-"
Aurentos had been disassembling and removing his armor as the elder priest explained everything, and at this point fumbled his helmet. The clatter of it resounded in the bathing room. "Elder!" Aurentos hissed, aghast.
The elder priest let out a wheezing laugh. "I'm merely suggesting to enjoy the view. It won't harm your virtue to let your eyes and mind wander, if it helps your accomplish your goal today." Aurentos huffed, but made not further objections. He pulled off the last of his armor in silence, struggling to come to grips with what he was about to do, leaving him only in his simple underclothes. The elder priest gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. "Don't over think it, Auren."
Just the fond little gesture of being called by his nickname softened his tense body. Most people wouldn't dare to call him anything less than Lord Aurentos. He took in a deep breath, picking up hints of the aforementioned incenses that were burning at the side of the bathing pool. At this distance, with so little of its smoke in the air, he couldn't feel their effects yet. "Thank you, Elder. I will do my best."
The elder priest gave him a warm smile and stepped to the exit of the bathing room. "And... produce a lot! So you don't have to do this again any time soon!" He chuckled naughtily as he took his leave.
Auren soaked in the bath for quite a while, giving the incense plenty of time to fill his lungs. The water temperature was altered with magic to match his body temperature precisely, making it easy for him to relinquish his physical senses and meditate for a bit. The incense definitely did it's job in relaxing his mind. The physical effects remained to be seen. He had no intention of touching himself long enough to find out. His manhood was the first thing he washed, getting that out of the way before the incense and lustful thoughts could tempt him to waste seed.
He wasn't sure of how much time had passed when he decided to emerge from the waters and get this over with. He had meditated long enough to be calm, at least. He toweled off thoroughly, though his short indigo hair remained damp. A silken robe was left for him to wear. It was quite unnecessary, given he would need to expose himself momentarily, but he was glad to have it. It was silly of him to feel like the garment would make this any less mortifying. As he walked into an adjoining back room, he let the sound of his wet footsteps fully occupy his mind.
The room where he would complete the ritual of donation was small, at least compared to the rest of them spacious temple. The smell of the incense - in noticeably higher concentration - was the first thing he noticed. Dim bluish candle light illuminated a priestess standing at attention in the room's center. She startled visibly when he entered.
He had never seen this kind of raiment among his mother's priests. Only the fabric itself - pale brown with accents of red - was at all familiar. The priestess's head was hidden completely in a heavy red hood, with near-black veil piece covering her face. If it was more shear than the rest there was no way of telling in the dim light. He at least hoped she wasn't being suffocated for the sake of anonymity. The other notable difference in his priestly attire... was the low cut collar and high slits up the side of her thighs. Her fur was pale in color, making the provocative shapes of her clothes easily apparent.
She bowed deeply to him. His eyes were drawn to the long line of cleavage she had exposed. There was a prickle of shame in the back of his mind, but he quickly recovered his peaceful mental state. She beckoned him to sit on a cushioned bench at the back of the room. He passed her without another glance and settled in.
He was so taken aback with the state of her dress that he had overlooked the apparatus that lay before her on a low stone altar. A reliquary- an empty, crystalline vessel mounted in shimmering silver filigree. Accompanying it, a lustrous glass bottle, it's neck wrapped with intricate engraved metal, the bottom wider and round, the glass painted with a swarm of tiny dragons. It reminded him a typical potion bottle, but the size was far too excessive for such a purpose. This was certain to be the receptacle. The reliquary vessel was even larger, making him fear how much he was expected to produce.
The priestess picked up the receptacle, holding it reverently in both hands as she knelt on a cushion that sat at his feet. She gazed up at him- or at least he assumed so - and waited. For what, he had no idea. He was just supposed to sit down and meditate until it was over. Gingerly, he pulled apart his silk robe, exposing his muscular thighs. His cock, still soft, still went a good six inches down his thigh. He took a deep breath to steel himself, then took his length into his hand. It's not that he had never done this before.... but his devotion to his virtue meant it had been at least five years since he intentionally made himself hard. He felt his member twitch eagerly in his hand.
Taking his gesture as an invitation to continue, the priestess guided the neck of the receptacle to the head of his cock. He took in a sharp breath as the cold opening kissed his tip. It was not, as he expected, like a glass bottle neck. Rather, the interior of the receptacle was lined with something soft, slick, and pleasant to push into. His cock began to arc as it filled with vigor. The priestess gently coaxed it deeper into the receptacle until he could see the swelling tip through the glass.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head up. Now was a good time to return to a meditative state. To empty his head of the thoughts of the shapely priestess. To disconnect the pleasing feelings from the actions she was performing. She began to move the receptacle, the soft slick ring moving slowly all the way down his length, then pulling back near the tip. Each pass moved just a little faster than the last. He focused on his breathing, of the air going in and out of his lungs. But it too was increasing in pace, quickly becoming too erratic and intense to focus on. He felt like he was balancing on a narrow beam - the pangs of pleasure striking his core with each pass threatened to push him into a lustful mire. He could hold on. He could get through this without giving in to wanton desire.
But the priestess. She let out a sweet little labored grunt as she worked his manhood. He was drawn out from his meditative state in an instant, silver-blue eyes shooting open to look down at her. Each time she thrust the receptacle forward to bury his cock in it, her breasts swayed noticeably and her breath hitched. His cock and grown fully rigid, a sight he hadn't seen in ages. No, had he ever brought it to full length? His sad attempts at pleasuring himself in the past had always ended very quickly. He'd never been erect for this long. When she pulled the receptacle nearly all the way out, his length seemed at least twice as long as it had been soft.
He couldn't withstand it now. His back arched as if seized by some force. His manhood quivered and his sack drew taught as he unloaded his sacred seed into the bottle. The priestess gasped and held still as a jet of thick, lustrous white splattered against the bottom of the receptacle. His hips bucked, moving of their own accord, pressing his cock deeper into the hole as it continued to spill. She held the bottle preciously but didn't struggle against his movements. His first collection ended quickly but produced a shocking amount. The bottom of the receptacle was bulbous and yet he filled up most of it. It wasn't his orgasm was complete that he realized how much he was shaking and panting.
The priestess carefully withdrew the receptacle and turned it over on top of the reliquary. It glowed softly as seed transferred into it. Aurentos watched her briefly, noting her wide hips and round bottom. He.... wasn't satisfied. That craving for more pleasure was worrying. But for now, he could at least justify that feeling. The reliquary crystal had far more room for more collections, and he planned to provide as much as possible.