“You’re welcome, lady,” Desther said in his gravelly voice. “After all you’ve done for the city, I think you deserve a reward.”

“But we still don’t have the cure to the Wailing Death!”

“I’m sure we will find it, one way or another,” Desther said. “Please, I must be going now. Pressing matters of the church to attend to.”

“Oh, of course, Desther,” Aribeth said as the Helmite turned and left her quarters in the Hall of Justice. “Thank you again.”

“No, thank you, my dear,” Desther said to himself as he closed the door behind him and carefully pocketed the small glass vial in his hand.
 
 

Aribeth’s head swam as she finished her glass of wine. The wine itself was superb, better than anything she had been able to drink in recent memory. She wished Fenthick was with her to share it, but he was off tending to the plague victims. For a moment she frowned and looked down on her hands, wondering why her powers of healing could do nothing for the plague victims. But no divine healer or arcane spellcaster could do anything for the victims.

She had spent the entire day with the victims in the Temple of Tyr, trying to comfort them as she waited for news from the adventurers who were searching for the lost reagents. Her hope lay on the young half-elven girl, a wizard. She could only hope that the girl would be safe in her perilous task.

“Oh, my,” Aribeth said as she held her hand to her forehead and set her glass on the bedside table with a clink. She shook her head, letting her long chestnut hair fall over the shoulders of her silk nightgown. With a long, drawn out breath, Aribeth leaned back against the headboard and ran her hands down her body, caressing her full breasts, squeezing them and weighing them. Then her hands slowly slid down to her belly, reveling in the feeling of the silk against her naked skin.

Aribeth gasped and smiled, her eyes half-closed with pleasure as she touched herself between the legs, feeling the silk rubbing against the quickly moistening petals of her quim. With a furtive glance around the room, Aribeth stood and went to the heavy chest containing her equipment before she dragged it near the bed and opened it.
Inside was her trusty greatsword, tied in its sheath for storage. She bit her lip as she pulled it out of the chest and closed it before turning to the bed. Heart pounding,
Aribeth slid her robe off of her delicate shoulders, letting the fabric whisper down her body and pool around her ankles.

Her body utterly naked, Aribeth knelt on the edge of the bed and positioned the hilt of the greatsword behind her. The tip of the sheath was braced against the heavy chest as she bent forward, her hands on the crossguard of the sword as she lifted it towards her quim.

Aribeth was panting in anticipation, a few beads of sweat already rolling down her heaving breasts as she felt the pommel of the greatsword rubbing against her quim. She gasped at the cold of the metal and lifted the sword, pulling it onto the bed. With another glance around the room, she kissed the cold metal pommel and then ran her tongue over it, her saliva coating the metal with a shine. Cheeks burning with the indecency of the act, Aribeth took more of the hilt into her mouth, bobbing her head over it until the hilt was dripping and warm.

Almost whimpering with her need, Aribeth quickly re-positioned the sword and gripped the crossguard again. Her knees on the edge of the bed and her shapely ass jutted out over the edge, Aribeth brought the sword down to her quim again and rubbed the now warm pommel across her quim.

“Ooo...I’m sorry Fenthick,” Aribeth moaned, feeling shame for not finding him a sufficient lover. “But- oh gods,” she moaned as she slid herself back onto the pommel, feeling the warm metal spreading her quim.

Aribeth moaned incoherently as she pushed herself back on the braced sword, hands on the crossguard to keep it centered on her quim. Slowly, ever so slowly, the hilt slid into her, filling her more than Fenthick ever had.

The lovely elven paladin rested her forehead on the bedspread for a moment, catching her breath as she raised herself slightly and looked down her body, past her breasts that were gently shaking with her gasping breaths, and to the sword that was between her legs. As she watched, feeling a burning heat spreading through her body, she pushed back onto the sword, burying the hilt even further within her.

Aribeth cried out, panting and biting her lip as she continued to push herself onto the sword, her knuckles white as she gripped the crossguard. The pleasure was almost too much for her to handle, only the mightiest act of will kept her from wildly thrusting the hilt into her. But finally, with agonizingly pleasurable slowness, she had filled herself with the hilt, the crossguard bumping against her quivering bottom.

Her hands were trembling as she let go of the crossguard and raised herself on her hands and knees. She groaned as she slowly spread her thighs and pushed backwards, feeling the hilt pressing into her. Then with another gasp and whimper of pleasure she rocked forward, feeling the hilt sliding out of her. She bit down on her hand as she bent forward, her cheek on the bedspread, her other hand moving from her clit to her breasts, furiously fondling and caressing herself.

Aribeth’s muffled, high-pitched cries of pleasure filled her bedroom as she rocked back and forth on her knees, sliding the hilt of the sword in and out of her body, filling herself with the now hot metal. Her ass rose and fell more and more rapidly as the hilt was thrust in and out of her quim. Aribeth cried out, both hands now on her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and roughly rubbing her clit.

Sweat was rolling down her body as Aribeth shook, her cries louder and high-pitched as she bucked and thrust back against the sword. Finally, with an agonizing cry of pleasure, Aribeth felt herself coming, her back arching as she pressed back against the hilt and let it fill her one more time. She caressed her breasts with one hand, sweat gleaming on the heaving orbs as she tilted her head back and luxuriated in the feeling of her climax

She was still posed like that, her body arched and legs spread, chestnut hair stuck across her back with sweat, a picture of wanton sexuality that would have made the most jaded whore in the Moonstone Mask blush and gasp. And that was how she was when she heard the door open.
 
 
 

“You cannot do such an unnatural act, lady,” the Desther said gravely as Aribeth flushed and tried to cover herself. She had been so startled by his appearance that she had neglected the sword hilt buried within her as she had first tried to cover herself. But the electric shock of pleasure that had filled her as she twisted around the sword had reminded her quickly enough. “It is against all the gods’ teachings.”

“But- I’ve never heard anyone say anything-” she stammered, her mind still foggy from the bottle of wine and self-pleasuring. She had managed to draw her robe back onto her body, but she could still feel the sweat and juices dripping down her body.

“Of course not, lady,” the Helmite said as he knelt by her side and touched her hand, still sticky from her juices. He looked down in disgust and Aribeth felt her entire body flush red in shame. “They thought...they thought none of their champions would be reduced to such an unnatural act.”

“But what am I supposed to do now?” Aribeth said in a weak voice, her mind reeling from the unforseen consequences of her actions. She had always thought that the gods took no interest in what she did to pleasure herself. But had they been disapproving all along? Was that why her powers couldn’t heal the sick? Aribeth moaned as she held her head, trying to clear her mind.

“You must be cleansed, Aribeth,” Desther said as he walked back to the door and locked it securely, something she had somehow forgotten to do. “And I will cleanse you. I promise I will tell no one of your shame.”

“Thank you, Desther, thank you,” Aribeth said. “You’ve been a good friend to me and to Fenthick.”

“Now, where have you polluted yourself?” Desther said as he walked back to the bed and looked down at Aribeth’s kneeling form. He suppressed the leer at the lovely cleavage still exposed by her hasty dressing.

“I-I,” Aribeth stammered as she looked at her trusty sword, now lying on the floor next to the bed, still shining with her juices. “I pleasured myself with it in my- my- center,” she said.

“The gods abhor the unnatural and love the natural,” Desther said as he refilled her wine glass and handed it to the trembling elf paladin. “Drink, it will calm your nerves and help with the cleansing.”

“T-thank you,” Aribeth said as she took the glass and drank a bit too quickly. She shook her head as the wine surged through her system, making her even more groggy. “I think I drank too much,” she moaned as she set the now empty glass on the bedside table.

“So now that you have put the unnatural where only the natural should be,” Desther said as he began to undo his belt. “You must cleanse yourself with the natural.”

“How do I-? Oh!” Aribeth said as she saw Desther’s cock and turned her head. “Is this- is this the only way?” Why couldn’t she think more clearly? But Desther made sense and she didn’t want to ask Fenthick to cleanse her. What would he think of her using her sword rather than him to pleasure herself?

“I’m afraid it is, lady,” Desther said as he undressed, his scarlet Helmite shirt and breeches falling to the floor. “This is the only way.”

“Then I have no choice,” Aribeth said in a whisper as he sat next to her on the bed, his cock already stiff and jutting. “How-?”

“Turn around and face the headboard,” Desther said in a commanding voice. “You will be cleansed as the gods will it.”

Aribeth moaned as she turned away from him and knelt before the headboard. She could feel him moving around behind her and sliding the robe from her body. She bit her lip as his fingers brushed her skin, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She gasped and looked over her shoulder at the Helmite as he undid the belt of her robe and finally pulled it from her, leaving her naked and shivering on the bed.

“Prostrate yourself, Aribeth, show your humility and desire for atonement,” Desther said. Aribeth couldn’t see the leer of pure lust on his face as she bent forward, pressing her forehead to the bed while her ass was raised in the air. “You will need to be humble, elf.”

“Yes, I know,” Aribeth said in a shaking voice as she felt him move behind her. She moaned at the feel of his cock rubbing against her bottom as he spread her thighs apart and positioned herself. She yelled frantically as he pushed into her, slowly filling her and spreading her even wider than her sword had.

“Good woman,” Desther said as he slid into the shaking elf beneath him. He could hear her gasping for breath as he moved deeper within her, her warmth enveloping him and making him groan in pleasure. “Now feel the cleansing,” he said as he began to pump into her.

“Yes, I feel it,” moaned Aribeth as his cock thrust into her. Her fingers clutched and squeezed at the pillows, drawing it closer until she could bury her face in it. Her gasps and cries became muffled as Desther increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Are you being cleansed?” Desther rasped as his hands roamed over Aribeth’s back and gripped her bottom, giving both cheeks a sharp slap that made the elf woman yelp.

“Y-yes,” Aribeth said through the fog of pleasure, pain, and wine that filled her head. “Please, cleanse me. Make me pure again.” She cried out, her head lifting from the pillow, as Desther spanked her again. Her cries became louder as he brought his hand down on her ass in time with his thrusts, making her body writhe in an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain.

“Do you repent your unnatural acts?” Desther yelled, pushing her face back down on the pillow each time it shot up.

“Yes, yes!” Aribeth yelled as she felt herself thrusting back at the human filling her with his cock.

“Then you are cleansed!” Desther yelled as he gave her bottom a last stinging slap and thrust deep within her, hard enough to slide her across the bed.

Aribeth was gasping and moaning as she felt Desther’s seed within her and the burning senstation of her bottom. With a groan she felt herself come again, her juices mixing with Desther’s as he pulled out of her, both fluids running down the insides of her thighs.

“Am...am I cleansed?” Aribeth said weakly, her eyelids fluttering as she let herself collapse on her side.

“Did you perform any other unnatural acts?” Desther said as he breathed heavily, gasping for breath. As he asked the question he leered at her round and shapely ass, praying that she had performed an unnatural act there.

“Yes,” Aribeth said in a quiet moan that made Desther’s cock twitch back to life. She moved onto her knees before him and bent over, her damp chestnut hair falling around her face. “I took it within my mouth.”

“Then you must be cleansed there as well,” Desther said in a raspy voice as he looked down at Aribeth’s upturned face. “Open your mouth, woman,” he said.

“But- I can’t,” Aribeth gasped as she realized what he meant to do. “It’s too, it’s too horrible.”

“The shame is part of the cleansing, Aribeth. You must do this to be pure again,” Desther said as he ran a hand through her hair and moved to kneel in front of her.
“You must do this,” he said as he began to push her head down towards his waiting cock.

“I, no, I,” Aribeth moaned but she didn’t resist as he guided her mouth to his cock. With a groan of shame, she felt his cock slip into her wide open mouth, the shaft rubbing against her lips and tongue as it filled her.

“Good woman,” Desther said as he buried both hands in her hair. “Now take an active part in your cleansing.”

Aribeth moaned, sending shivers of pleasure through Desther, as began to run her tongue across his cock, slowly sliding it back and forth within her mouth. His hands tightened on her hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth, ignoring the feel of her hands pressing against his hips.

“Take it all, Aribeth, you must be cleansed,” he groaned as he pulled her closer and sank his cock deep into her mouth. She struggled and gagged for a moment as he pressed against her throat, but with a desparing sob she took him there as well.

Aribeth’s head was swimming with shame and hope. Shame for ever doing something that would require so much cleansing and hope that once this was over she’d be able to help the plague victims again. Even as she struggled to take Desther’s cock deep in her throat, her nostrils flaring as she snorted for breath, she felt him pressing himself deeper.

Her eyes were wide with panic as Desther gave another thrust and buried himself within her throat, holding his cock there despite her gagged protests. Aribeth felt tears of shame rolling down her face when he finally withdrew. How horrible this cleansing was, she thought to herself as she continued to minister to his cock, running her tongue over and across it as she bobbed her head back and forth, sliding it between her soft lips.

Desther looked down at Aribeth’s flushed, shame-filled face and couldn’t control himself anymore. He began to thrust himself into her mouth, reveling in her panicked and desperate moans, knowing that she would accept whatever he did to her. With a groan, he felt his cock twitch as he climaxed, his seed spilling into her throat and then filling her mouth as he pulled back.

“Swallow, swallow so that you can be cleansed,” he rasped as she pulled off his cock and turned to spit his seed.

Aribeth looked at him in despair, the horrid taste of his seed filling her mouth. But she had to atone, had to cleanse herself. Her entire body shuddered as she swallowed, feeling his seed sliding down her throat even as she felt her head pulled back down.

“Swallow it all, lick it from me and your cleansing will be complete,” Desther said. Aribeth nodded and hesitantly extended her tongue, looking at his swollen cock with despair. But with a final moan, she bent forward and began to clean the seed from his cock, yelping in surprise as it twitched again and sent a splash of his seed onto her cheek.

“I must anoint you,” Desther said as he stroked his cock, sending two more jets of his seed onto the flushed and surprised elven paladin’s face. “There,” he said as the seed dripped down her face. “You are almost cleansed. Now swallow the last of my seed and you shall be pure again.”

“Y-es,” Aribeth said in a near whisper as she collected his seed with her finger and hesitantly licked it clean. She grimaced as she continued the task and finally sank back onto the bed in relief when it was over. She could still taste his seed in her mouth, but it was over, she had been cleansed. “Thank you, Desther,” she whispered, her mind reeling from the events of the night. “I’m glad, I’m glad that I could be cleansed...”

“Here, have one last glass of wine before you rest,” Desther said as he handed her the glass.

Aribeth gratefully accepted the glass and quickly drained it, glad to have something to wash the taste of Desther’s seed out of her mouth. But as she drank the wine she felt her mind becoming more and more clouded until she was barely aware of Desther laying her back on the bed and dressing himself. The sound of the door closing was lost to her as she sank into a deep slumber.

“Desther! What are you doing here?” Fenthick asked in amazement as he saw the Helmite leave Aribeth’s bedroom. “Is Aribeth ill?”

“She is indisposed, Fenthick,” Desther said as he led the elf away. “I would give her some time to recover before you disturb her.”

“I suppose so, Desther,” Fenthick said as he looked over his shoulder at Aribeth’s room. “But, what were you doing there?”

“Oh, just helping her with a blessing,” the Helmite said with a smile. Fenthick smiled back, it was so rare that the Helmite smiled, he must have really enjoyed giving Aribeth a blessing. “Nothing more.”