Awakening Desires in the Temple Depths 🔥
Asher’s eyes fluttered open to the soft hum of the temple’s ancient mechanisms, a low vibration that pulsed through the stone like a lover’s breath. The air was thick with the scent of mineral-rich steam, earthy and invigorating, clinging to her skin like a promise. Remmi hovered above her, that wild grin splitting her face, her body already humming with recovered energy. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Remmi murmured, her voice husky from disuse but laced with mischief.
“Remmi!” Asher bolted upright, arms wrapping around her in a crush that squeezed the air from both their lungs. The warmth of Remmi’s skin pressed against her, smooth and fever-hot, tasting faintly of salt when Asher buried her face in the crook of her neck. Tears pricked at Asher’s eyes, but she blinked them back, inhaling deeply—the familiar musk of her lover mixed with the temple’s ozone tang.
Remmi laughed, a throaty sound that echoed off the walls, pushing back just enough to scan Asher’s face. “Easy there, tiger. I’m not going anywhere this time.” Her hands roamed Asher’s back, fingers digging in with a possessiveness that sent shivers racing down Asher’s spine. They talked then, words tumbling out in a rush—tales of the accident, the harrowing journey, Danu’s healing waters. Remmi’s eyes widened, her grip tightening, but soon her gaze drifted, a spark igniting as she glanced toward the baths.
“Cr’eon’s still here?” Remmi asked, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The name hung in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Asher nodded, feeling a twist in her gut—not jealousy, exactly, but a hungry curiosity. Cr’eon, the towering Daemon, all eight feet of sculpted perfection, her skin like polished obsidian under the temple lights.
They moved together, feet padding softly on cool tiles, the steam from the baths wrapping around them like invisible fingers. The room opened up, a cavern of echoing drips and swirling mist, the water’s surface shimmering like liquid silver. Cr’eon reclined in the pool, her massive form half-submerged, towel draped over her eyes. The sight of her—curves that defied gravity, limbs stretched out in lazy repose—stirred something primal in Asher’s core.
“Remmi,” Cr’eon rumbled, voice deep and resonant, like thunder rolling distant. She lifted the towel, those piercing eyes locking on them. “You’ve risen.”
“Thanks to you,” Remmi said, stripping without hesitation, her body gleaming under the soft glow. Water cascaded as she stepped in, the heat biting at her skin, a sharp contrast to the cool air. Asher followed, wincing at the scald, but soon sinking into the embrace, the water lapping at her like eager tongues.
Remmi leaned close to Cr’eon, planting a kiss on that broad cheek. The Daemon’s head jerked, surprise flickering across her features. “You’re… welcome,” Cr’eon managed, retrieving her towel with a splash that sent ripples dancing.
“Sorry if that caught you off guard,” Remmi chuckled, but her eyes burned with intent. “Hey, Cr’eon… remember what we talked about? By the river?”
Asher’s heart pounded. “She’s talking about fucking you, Cr’eon,” she clarified, blunt as ever, the word hanging crude and inviting in the humid air.
Cr’eon’s facade cracked, a rare blush tinting her cheeks. “I’ve… considered it.” Her voice was steady, but her gaze darted between them, curiosity warring with caution.
“And?” Remmi pressed, her hand trailing water patterns on Cr’eon’s arm, the touch electric even through the heat.
“No point in it for Daemons. Reproduction isn’t our game.” But there was a hesitation, a crack in the armor.
Remmi’s laugh was low, seductive. “Sex ain’t just for babies, big girl. It’s for the rush, the connection… the way it makes your whole body scream.”
“Stress relief,” Asher added, smirking, her own arousal building at the tension thickening the steam.
Cr’eon tilted her head, processing. “Curiosity, then. Perhaps.”
Remmi’s eyes lit up. “With us? Right now?” She leaned in, breath hot against Cr’eon’s ear.
The Daemon paused, then nodded. “Fine. Let’s… explore.”
Remmi’s frustration bubbled later, but in that moment, the water seemed to pulse hotter, mirroring the fire igniting between them.
Exploring the Daemon’s Untouched Fire
They shifted to the waterbed chamber, a sanctum where liquid magic formed a vast, undulating mattress, cradling without soaking. The air here was cooler, scented with faint florals from hidden vents, a deceptive calm before the storm. Cr’eon sprawled across it, her body a landscape of curves and power, every inch begging to be mapped. Remmi’s pulse thundered in her ears, her skin prickling with anticipation, the taste of steam still on her lips.
Asher hung back, watching Remmi approach, her lover’s hips swaying with predatory grace. “You sure about this?” Asher whispered, voice rough, her hand ghosting Remmi’s spine, sending sparks through fabric that wasn’t there—they were bare, vulnerable, alive.
“More than sure,” Remmi breathed, climbing onto the bed. The water yielded softly, a sigh under her weight. Cr’eon’s eyes tracked her, unblinking, that massive form still as stone but thrumming with latent energy.
“Nervous?” Remmi asked, her voice a teasing lilt, masking her own jitters.
“No,” Cr’eon replied, simple, direct. But her chest rose faster, betraying her.
Remmi’s hand trembled slightly as she laid it on Cr’eon’s abdomen, the skin warm, taut like drumhide stretched over muscle. “Rah!” Cr’eon growled suddenly, a mock snarl that made Remmi yelp, yanking back.
Asher burst out laughing from the edge, the sound rich and mocking. “Gotcha good, Rem.”
Cr’eon grinned, fangs glinting. “It worked.”
Remmi’s glare softened into a smile, hand returning bolder. She traced upward, fingers splaying over the swell of Cr’eon’s breasts—enormous, heavy, yet firm. No nipples to tease, but the texture was velvet over steel, warming under touch. “Feel that?” Remmi murmured, kneading gently, the motion rhythmic, hypnotic.
“Like a massage,” Cr’eon said, voice even, but her eyes half-lidded now.
Remmi pushed further, lips brushing Cr’eon’s collarbone, tasting the clean salt of her skin. Down she went, hands exploring thighs thick as tree trunks, parting them to reveal the Daemon’s core—smooth, inviting, a slit that glistened faintly in the low light. Remmi’s breath hitched, her own heat pooling, the scent musky and alien, intoxicating.
“Tell me if it’s good,” Remmi said, fingers dipping in, slow, testing. Cr’eon arched slightly, a low hum escaping her throat, vibration traveling through Remmi’s arm like bass from a speaker.
“Pleasant,” Cr’eon rumbled, but her hips shifted, seeking more.
Asher couldn’t stay sidelined. She slid in, pressing against Remmi’s back, lips on her neck. “Let me show her,” Asher whispered, guiding Remmi’s hand deeper. The room filled with wet sounds, slick and obscene, breaths mingling in gasps.
Remmi’s frustration mounted as Cr’eon remained composed, but then something shifted—the Daemon’s hand clamped on Remmi’s thigh, pulling her closer. “More,” Cr’eon demanded, voice cracking with need.
They obliged, tongues and fingers delving, the bed rippling under their frenzy. Remmi’s cries echoed first, sharp and needy, as Cr’eon’s massive tongue—rough, insistent—lapped at her folds, tasting her essence, sweet and tangy.
“Fuck, yes,” Remmi moaned, grinding against that probing muscle. The touch was overwhelming, stretching her, filling her in ways no human could. Asher watched, stroking herself, the sight burning into her retinas—Remmi’s face contorted in ecstasy, body shuddering.
One orgasm ripped through Remmi, then another, her screams bouncing off walls, body slick with sweat that the bed absorbed like a sponge. She collapsed, panting, drool slipping from parted lips. “Holy shit… Cr’eon, you’re a natural.”
But Cr’eon wasn’t done, eyes turning to Asher, hunger now raw and unfiltered.
Daemon’s Awakening: Raw and Unrestrained 💋
Asher’s turn came like a tidal wave, crashing over her senses. Cr’eon’s gaze pinned her, those eyes glowing faintly in the dim chamber, the air now heavy with the mingled scents of arousal—sharp, animalistic, undercut by the temple’s clean minerals. Remmi lay spent beside them, her chest heaving, fingers lazily tracing patterns on Asher’s thigh, a ghost of touch that ignited fresh sparks.
“Your reactions… fascinate me,” Cr’eon said, her voice a gravelly purr, hand reaching out to cup Asher’s breast. The palm engulfed it, warm and callused in a way that screamed power, thumb circling where a nipple peaked hard.
Asher gasped, the pressure sending jolts straight to her core. “Then make me react,” she challenged, voice breathy, leaning into it. The taste of salt bloomed on her tongue as she licked her lips, eyes locked on Cr’eon’s.
Cr’eon pulled her down, their bodies aligning—Asher’s lithe form dwarfed against the Daemon’s bulk. Lips met, Cr’eon’s mouth vast, tongue invading like a serpent, exploring every crevice with clinical precision that quickly turned voracious. It was wet, messy, the suction pulling moans from Asher’s throat, vibrations humming between them.
“Like this?” Cr’eon murmured against her skin, trailing down, nipping at collarbone, the bite sharp enough to sting, then soothe with a lap. Asher’s hands fisted in Cr’eon’s hair—thick, silken strands that slipped like water.
“Harder,” Asher demanded, arching as teeth grazed her inner thigh, the scrape sending shudders up her spine. The room spun with sounds: slick slides, heavy breaths, Remmi’s soft encouragements from the side. “Fuck her good, Cr’eon. Make her beg.”
Cr’eon’s tongue delved then, thick and unrelenting, plunging into Asher’s wetness. It stretched her, filled her impossibly, curling inside to hit spots that made stars burst behind eyelids. The texture—rough like velvet sandpaper—dragged ecstasy from her depths, juices coating that invading length, tasting of her own sharp desire.
“Oh god, yes—deeper!” Asher cried, hips bucking, the bed undulating in rhythm. Her nails raked Cr’eon’s shoulders, drawing faint lines that healed almost instantly, but the Daemon growled in response, the sound vibrating through Asher’s core, pushing her over the edge.
Orgasm hit like lightning, body convulsing, screams tearing free—raw, animal. But Cr’eon didn’t stop, lapping relentlessly, drawing out wave after wave until Asher was a trembling wreck, thighs quaking around that massive head.
Remmi crawled over, kissing Asher through the aftershocks, their tongues tangling in shared saltiness. “Taste yourself on her,” Remmi whispered, guiding Asher’s hand to Cr’eon’s mouth. But the Daemon was evolving, her own body responding now—hips grinding against the bed, a low whine escaping.
“What do you feel?” Asher panted, fingers slipping down to Cr’eon’s slit, finding it slick, pulsing.
“Heat… building,” Cr’eon admitted, voice strained. “Like fire inside.”
They worked her together, fingers and mouths assaulting that virgin territory. Remmi’s tongue flicked rapidly, Asher’s digits curling deep, the scents overwhelming—musk heavy, intoxicating. Cr’eon’s body tensed, then shattered, a roar echoing as she came, fluids gushing hot and viscous, coating their faces in sticky proof.
For the first time, the Daemon trembled, eyes wide with wonder. “This… this is what you’ve chased?”
“Every damn time,” Remmi grinned, licking her lips clean.
The night blurred into a haze of limbs and cries, boundaries dissolving in sweat-slicked bliss.
Return to the Roadhouse: Forbidden Flames Ignite
Dawn’s light filtered through the temple’s crystalline ceiling as they emerged, bodies sore but sated, the air outside crisp with pine and distant rain. Danu bid them farewell with a gentle ripple in the pools, her voice a soothing echo: “Travel safe, my charges.” Cr’eon walked with them now, her presence a magnetic pull, the journey back to the Roadhouse charged with lingering glances and accidental brushes that sparked like flint.
The Roadhouse loomed as they crested the hill, a ramshackle haven of neon and noise, the scent of sizzling meats and spilled ale wafting on the breeze. Inside, chaos reigned—patrons laughing raucously, the clink of glasses like chimes. Cr’eon drew stares, whispers rippling: “Daemon in the flesh… what’s she doing here?”
Remmi spotted Tara first, the petite Daemon bartender wiping a counter, her eyes lighting up. “Remmi! Asher! And… Cr’eon?” Tara’s voice pitched high, surprise mingling with intrigue.
“Miss us?” Remmi teased, sliding onto a stool, the wood creaking under her. Asher flanked her, hand possessive on her knee, while Cr’eon loomed behind, an imposing shadow.
Tara leaned over, cleavage spilling invitingly. “Heard rumors. Thought you were goners.” Her gaze raked Cr’eon. “Bringing home strays now?”
Cr’eon tilted her head. “Not a stray. An explorer.”
The word hung, loaded. Remmi’s foot nudged Asher’s under the bar, a silent signal. “We’ve got stories,” Remmi said, voice low. “Wanna hear ’em? Upstairs.”
Tara’s grin turned wicked. “Lead the way.”
The room above was a den of faded luxury—bed sagging in the center, air thick with old smoke and fresh possibility. They piled in, door clicking shut like a promise. Clothes shed in a frenzy, fabrics whispering to the floor. Tara was first on Remmi, lips crashing, tongues dueling in a wet, sloppy kiss that tasted of whiskey and want.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Tara gasped, hands roaming Remmi’s curves, pinching nipples to hard peaks. The sting drew a moan, Remmi’s back arching, pressing into the touch.
Asher watched, arousal coiling tight, before Cr’eon pulled her close. “Show me more,” the Daemon urged, voice rumbling through Asher’s chest. They tumbled onto the bed, Cr’eon’s weight pinning her deliciously, that massive cock—manifested now in her arousal, thick and veined—pressing against Asher’s thigh, hot and insistent.
“Want it?” Cr’eon growled, eyes dark.
“Give it to me,” Asher begged, spreading wide. The entry was slow, stretching her to limits, pain blooming into pleasure as inches claimed her. The fullness was obscene, every thrust a earthquake, skin slapping wetly, the bed groaning in protest.
Across the mattress, Tara straddled Remmi’s face, grinding down, juices smearing as Remmi’s tongue worked furiously. “Eat me out, you slut,” Tara demanded, voice cracking on a cry. The room filled with the symphony—grunts, slurps, the creak of springs.
Cr’eon pounded harder, her roars mixing with Asher’s screams, climax building like a storm. “Come inside me,” Asher pleaded, nails digging into broad back. The Daemon obliged, flooding her with heat, pulse after pulse, overflowing in sticky rivulets.
Remmi bucked beneath Tara, fingers plunging deep, drawing out her lover’s release in shuddering waves. They collapsed in a tangle, breaths ragged, bodies glistening.
“This place just got a whole lot hotter,” Tara panted, smirking at Cr’eon.
The night promised more, endless explorations in the Roadhouse’s underbelly.
Climax in the Shadows: Ultimate Surrender
Shadows of Ecstasy: The Ultimate Daemon Orgy
Word spread like wildfire through the Roadhouse, drawing shadows from the corners—curious patrons, fellow Guardians, even Margeist lurking with a knowing grin. The air downstairs thrummed with tension, scents of arousal cutting through the ale fog. Upstairs, the room became a crucible, bodies converging in a haze of heat and need.
Remmi orchestrated it, her voice commanding amid the chaos. “Cr’eon in the center,” she directed, pushing the Daemon onto the bed. Cr’eon complied, her form sprawling, cock rigid and throbbing, veins pulsing visibly. The sight drew gasps, eyes widening at its girth—easily a foot long, thicker than a wrist.
“Who’s first?” Cr’eon rumbled, hand stroking lazily, pre-cum beading at the tip, glistening.
Tara volunteered, mounting reverse, ass high as she sank down. The stretch was audible—a hiss through teeth, then a guttural moan. “Fuuuck, it’s splitting me,” she cried, but rocked harder, the slap of flesh echoing. Her small frame bounced, breasts jiggling, the visual hypnotic.
Asher and Remmi flanked, mouths on Cr’eon’s chest, sucking at imagined nipples, hands roaming. “Taste her,” Remmi urged Asher, guiding her down. Asher’s lips wrapped around the base, tongue swirling the heavy sac, musky and salty, while Remmi claimed the shaft, lips stretching wide.
Others joined—a burly Guardian named Jax, his cock hard as he knelt behind Tara, double-penetrating her with Cr’eon. Tara’s screams peaked, body quaking between them, the wet friction sounds obscene, scents of cum and sweat overwhelming.
“Harder, you beasts!” Tara begged, voice raw. Jax thrust deep, grunting, filling her ass as Cr’eon erupted in her pussy, seed spilling out in thick ropes.
Remmi pulled Asher up, their kiss frantic, sharing the flavors. “Your turn,” Remmi whispered, positioning Asher over Cr’eon. The Daemon’s hands gripped her hips, lowering her onto that monster, inch by agonizing inch. Asher’s walls clenched, the burn exquisite, every ridge dragging fire.
“Ride it,” Cr’eon commanded, bucking up, the impact jolting Asher’s core. Remmi straddled Cr’eon’s face, grinding as the tongue delved, long and probing, fucking her depths. The trio moved in sync, bodies slick, moans harmonizing.
Margeist watched from the shadows, then joined, her hands on Remmi’s breasts, pinching cruelly. “Let go,” she murmured, voice silky. The added touch pushed Remmi over, her juices flooding Cr’eon’s mouth, cries muffled.
Asher came next, vision blurring, body seizing around the invading length, milking every drop as Cr’eon roared her release, hot jets painting her insides. The overflow dripped, pooling on the bed, sticky and warm.
The orgy swirled on—positions shifting, mouths and cocks and fingers everywhere. Jax took Remmi from behind, pounding relentlessly, his grunts animal as she pushed back. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she snarled, climax ripping through her again.
Cr’eon, insatiable now, claimed Margeist, lifting her effortlessly, impaling her mid-air. The Steward’s legs wrapped around, heels digging, screams of pleasure piercing the din. “Deeper, Daemon—ruin me!”
Senses overloaded: the coppery taste of skin, the roar of blood in ears, the slap and squelch of bodies colliding, visions of writhing forms, touches everywhere—rough, tender, bruising. Scents layered—cum sharp, sweat acrid, arousal heady.
Hours blurred, climaxes chaining until exhaustion claimed them. Bodies piled in a heap, breaths syncing, the room reeking of spent passion. Cr’eon pulled Remmi and Asher close, her arms a protective cage. “This… connection,” she murmured, voice soft now. “I understand.”
Remmi smiled, tracing lazy circles on Asher’s skin. “Welcome to the wild side.”
As sleep tugged, the Roadhouse settled into quiet, but the fire they’d kindled burned eternal, promising endless nights of raw, unbridled ecstasy.
In the afterglow, whispers of more adventures lingered, the bond forged in flesh unbreakable. The temple’s secrets, the Roadhouse’s chaos—all fodder for future flames. But for now, they rested, sated in the arms of their lovers, the world outside fading to irrelevance.
