Author's Note

Today's optional kink is: Nipple penetration

Communing with the Spirit

It was not yet time for the twice-monthly offering to the Spirit, and the high priestess knew this. Even so, the griffon could feel a welcoming presence as she neared the top of the stairs. Torches around the altar ignited of their own accord. Good, that meant that the Spirit wished to speak to her as well.

As she approached the altar, the Griffon of Paradise reached up to tug at her pierced nipples. She sighed in pleasure as her milk flowed freely. Streams of ivory white rained down over the porous stone and were quickly absorbed. The Spirit had an insatiable thirst, and it was the honor of the griffon once known as Gilda to attempt to quench it.

Milk let down, the griffon mounted the altar on all fours. Almost immediately, she felt the familiar caresses of ghostly hands all over her body. Her muscles, breasts, rump, pussy, and pawpads were expertly stroked and massaged. The griffon couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. A gout of girlcum splattered onto the altar, where it was greedily absorbed just like her milk.

The griffon rolled onto her back, one leg sticking out straight. The invisible touches followed right along with her. Her hips bucked, and her cunt throbbed in need. She knew what would happen next, and it was the part she always looked forward to.

Just as planned, vines began to stretch down from the stone ceiling. The island priestess stared hungrily up at them as they made their slow approach. Without warning, they sprung forward to restrain her. Her muscles flexed as she tested their strength, but did not struggle.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the vines snaked around each of her heavy tits and squeezed. Another pair wriggled between her legs and pushed their way into her tailhole and sopping wet snatch. The pair now rapped around her ankles stroked their tips along the tough but sensitive beans capping each of her toes. The vine currently pounding her pussy undulated and bulged as it began directly taking in her nectar.

It didn’t take long for the vines squeezing at her milky mammaries to follow suit. The Griffon of Paradise gasped as she felt her piercings come undone and slide off her protruding nipples. The tips of the vines slid up to the very peaks of the unnaturally fat nubs, then pushed forward. Her nipples stretched outwards to welcome the intruding digits, their passage made slick by milk. The griffon’s roar of pleasure was silenced by yet another vine crammed into her mouth, which she eagerly sucked on. With all five of her holes being fucked, and the Spirit drinking Its fill, the audience could begin.

The woman once called Gilda found herself lost in an unknowable haze. The altar and temple had faded away. She was basking in so much pleasure, and it felt like she had floated right out of her body. But she was not afraid, for this was normal during these sessions.

Then, she saw the black pyramid above her. Its smooth sides opened like stone flower petals, and stairs descended. From the dark void within emerged the Spirit. It was impossible to describe, yet infinitely beautiful to the griffon.

“Most sacred Spirit,” the priestess thought more than spoke, “I have offered myself so that I may seek your counsel.”

The Spirit did not “speak” per se. Instead, It conveyed Itself directly into her mind as a narrative of sorts.

It welcomed the griffon’s early offering, for It wished for her presence in turn.

The Griffon of Paradise smiled (or she would, if she weren’t having an out of body experience). She fought through the overwhelming adoration she felt in the Spirit’s presence so they could get to business. “I regret that my friend Rainbow Dash is refusing your gifts. She clings to her past life, mourns for those who have not joined us. I am worried, Spirit. Her mind should have eased as her body took on your power.”

The pegasus was resisting Its influence on the mind. It did not understand how her memories were preserved...until today. It had a solution to this little obstacle.

“Great Spirit, I knew you would have an answer. I humbly request your instruction to bring my friend - my lover - into the fold.”

The mare called Rainbow Dash showed the Griffon of Paradise her pendant. It glowed with an arcane energy that rivaled Its own. It believed this Element of Loyalty, as the pegasus called it, was interfering with Its gifts of the mind. If Its high priestess were to take this necklace from Rainbow Dash, she could be assimilated as a loyal worshipper.

“It will be done, wise one. I shall take the Element of Loyalty away from Rainbow Dash, and you will bless her. She will find ecstasy in offering herself to you!”

Caution was warranted. Though the Element interfered with Its abilities, the pegasus’ will was strong. It would need time to bless her mind and cleanse her memories. Time was of the essence. It sensed life just beyond the horizon, moving across the sea. Many creatures approached, each carrying a power similar to the one held by Rainbow Dash.

“Of course. I will move quickly. There are few places on the island where Rainbow Dash can hide. I will find her, and I will remind her of how pleasurable serving you is. Then, I will take her Element and cast it into the sea.”

Even now, Its power continued to work on Rainbow Dash’s body. She would be overcome with lust sooner rather than later. The griffon only needed to find her, and the Element would be easy to take. Even so, Its most loyal priestess would need to take care. It had never felt this sort of magic in its long millennia of existence. It would not be able to predict what could happen.

“I will take the utmost of care, great Spirit, and I will not fail.”

It had no doubt the griffon would succeed, and Rainbow Dash would bow to It soon.

The griffon’s eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the stone ceiling above the altar. She weakly turned her head to see she was still on the stone slab, soaked in all of her own juices. As always, she remembered her meeting with the Spirit vividly, and it would only take a few seconds to…

There it was! The priestess moaned and writhed on the altar as the Spirit added memories of being ravaged by Its vines while her soul was out of her body. Every sensation, every orgasm, all were remembered just as well as their conversation. She almost squirted hands-free from it.

But this was no time for further self-pleasure. The griffon was on a mission! Sliding off the altar, the Griffon of Paradise descended the steps to the courtyard. The sun was sinking toward the western horizon. Hopefully the griffon would be able to find the pegasus before it got dark.

Before leaving the temple complex, the priestess stopped in her quarters to gather up her satchel. Then, she opened the crude chest she kept in the corner.

“Ah, my other good friend,” she cooed as she pulled a long, thick, decidedly phallic stone from the chest, “It has been a long time, has it not? I have a job for you…”

With that, the griffon stuffed her trusty “cock rock” into her satchel and headed for the waterfall. She would wash herself off first. Then she could find Rainbow Dash, and the Element of Loyalty holding her back.