Upset a few more of you then I intend to last time, and for that I apologise. The are some really good stories out there that go another way, many can be found in my Favourites list, so go check them out if this isn't for you.

This chapter went through far more rewrites than usual, including a complete start-over when I realised that I was doing Sword Maiden a complete disservice.

Fertility Rite

Chapter Five: Returning The Favour

Untangling herself from Goblin Slayer, High Elf Archer knelt between Sword Maidens open legs and smiled as she lowered herself down, her perfect, heart-shaped rear raised high in the air. She blew gently across the clerics aroused womanhood, then breathed in her unique scent: she'd been surprised but intrigued to discover that her wives each had a unique scent and taste that her keen Elvish senses could identify even when blindfolded, and she was eager to see what Sword Maidens was.

The answer was, surprisingly, rosewater, a soft, delicate scent fitting of someone who'd dedicated their life to the service of others.

Well, now it was time for someone to serve her, and High Elf Archer waisted no time in sticking out her tongue and gently lapping at the clerics aroused lower lips. At first she hardly touched the other woman, just gently and carefully trapping drops of excitement with each pass. But soon she became bolder, and traced the outline of the quivering opening before her as if she was trying to commit it to memory. Two slender fingers came forth and parted the flesh like soil before the plough as her tongue dabbled at the bundle of nerves she knew could bring so much pleasure.

Sword Maiden cooed with pleasure, her upper body writhing with pleasure even as her hands found themselves on the back of High Elf Archer's head, entangling themselves in her long green hair and pushing her closer. She'd read in books about the art of pleasuring another with just their mouths, and a few of the acolytes had even admitted to performing similar acts upon their boyfriends if they wanted to keep them satisfied without surrendering their Maidenhead. Some had spoke as if it was a necessary but unpleasant chore, while others claimed to have actively enjoyed the act. She wasn't sure where she stood on the topic, but if it was anything like the pleasure she was receiving from the nibble elvish tongue between her legs then it was something she was willing to try at last once.

While one of her hands help her bring pleasure to Sword Maiden, High Elf Archer's other reached back between her legs to her own dripping and still slightly open womanhood. Parting her own lips, she presented herself to her husband, knowing from experience that he would be more than up to the task of taking her a second time. And she wasn't wrong, as he positioned himself behind her, rubbing the end of his still painfully hard manhood up and down her slick opening before plunging all the way in with a single, powerful stroke. Her moans of contentment were muffled as her face was pushed into Sword Maidens crotch, forcing her deeper into the other woman. Goblin Slayer knew his part well, having played it before with his wives many times, and he quickly set up a steady rhythm that brought pleasure to High Elf Archer even as she worked to pleasure Sword Maiden.

The Archbishop herself was in heaven: her only precious sexual experience had been her harrowing encounter with the goblins, so to be brought pleasure instead of pain was a whole new experience for her. She ground her hips against High Elf Archers face even as her hands pushed the Ranger closer. Wave after wave of joy rolled over her like a storm upon the ocean, and she wanted nothing more than to drown within it. To think that she had denied herself such pleasure and fulfillment for so long! How foolish she had been. It felt almost like Goblin Slayer was making love to her through his wife, her talented and experienced tongue a proxy for his impressive prod. Every time he thrust into her, she thrust forwards into Sword Maiden.

High Elf Archer worked feverishly to bring Sword Maiden to her climax even as she felt her own growing inside her. She lapped at the cleric, drinking from her like a man dying of thirst. She put everything she had learned from her experiences with her wives into bringing pleasure to the woman who had granted her her hearts desire. If she could in return bring Sword Maiden just one moment of pure joy, then it was a price she was willing to pay. She delved in with renewed gusto, kissing, licking, nibbling and even biting the other woman with all her might. No part of the clerics most intimate of places was spread.

"Oh Gods! Oh Gods! Oh Gods!" Sword Maiden chanted as she felt something indescribable building up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt, "OH GODS YEEEESSSS!"

Goblin Slayer felt sure that Sword Maidens screams of pleasure upon reaching her release must have echoed throughout the entire temple, waking all those asleep within, and more than a few people in the wider town outside. Even High Elf Archer was practically silent in comparison, even as her own rapture enveloped her. But her cries were somewhat muffled by the strong, shapely thighs that had clamped down upon her head, holding her tightly in place to the point where she found it hard to breath. Sword Maidens release triggered the Elf's own, and she clamped down on her husband like a vice made of fire and silk. He saw stars explode before his eyes as we emptied himself into her for the second time that night, painting the walls of her womb white with his seed.

If she hadn't been pregnant before, then there was no way she wasn't afterwards.

Spent more than he had been at any time since their wedding night, he collapsed like a felled tree, his head landing on the pillows beside Sword Maiden, his rapidly deflating manhood slipping out of High Elf Archer with an audible pop as a flood of their mixed liquids flowed like a river from within her depths. For her part, the Ranger managed to untangle herself from Sword Maiden and crawled up the bed to lay between her husband and the cleric. Panting as she struggled to regain her breath, she took one hand from each of them and pressed them against her stomach.

"Thank you, both of you." she smiled, even as sleep claimed her.

Goblin Slayer woke before dawn as usual, but while his spirit was wiling, his flesh was weak, still drained from the night before. Looking around, it took him a moment to remember where he was, and he looked over to see High Elf Archer and Sword Maiden still sleeping in each others arms, the pair having sort out the warmth of the others body in the cool of the night. Grabbing the disguarded blanket, he pulled it up over the three of them and went back to sleep.

It was some time before he woke again, and when he did, it was to the rustle of silk on skin. Opening his eyes, he looked around to see Sword Maiden quietly straightening her vestments, trying to make herself look presentable, and not like she had spent the night with a married couple.

"Goodmorning." she whispered, not wanting to wake the still sleeping High Elf Archer.

"Goodmorning." he responded with the same tone, "Thank you for last night: it means a lot to her."

"And to you?"

"Making my wives happy means more to be anything else."

"Even killing goblins?"

"Yes."

Sword Maiden stopped midway through putting her customary blindfold back on.

"Then I hope they realise just how lucky they are."

To Be Concluded...