The High Priest, a young man named Gavindale, paced nervously in front of the entrance to the Elder's Council chamber in the temple. They had received word this morning from the castle that the Chosen Two were to arrive at any minute, and here it was deep into the afternoon and still no one claiming that title had made an appearance. Guards were on high alert at the gates of Fontaine, not that they were expecting a threat from the Chosen Two in any way, but rather they were now skeptical that the message had been a ruse to throw them off.
"It is the right time for them to arrive," Gavindale was whispering to himself as he paced. "We've never before had a messenger in advance of them. They usually just show up!"
Gavindale's long white robe was dragging on the marble floor of the temple. The Elder's Council chamber was in front of him behind two tall doors of thick stone. Only the High Priest could open the doors thanks to a special magic seal. He himself had only been inside the chamber once before, when the former High Priest had been tutoring him in preparation for his future role. Inside, the "Elders" were waiting patiently, always waiting, always watching...
The afternoon sun was setting now and casting rays through the tall windows of the temple. He allowed his nervous pacing to guide him over to the windows for a brief respite from his anxiety. Outside, a very pleasant view awaited him: the elven women had just gathered in the courtyard fountain for their evening bathing session. Gavindale perked up, both his face and his loins, and he very deftly slipped a hand beneath his flowing robe to grasp at his erection. It was most unfit for a High Priest to be doing this in the temple, much less right outside the Elder's Council chamber, but he couldn't help himself. Celibacy was not one of his strong points.
His long blond hair was tied back beneath a pious hat of wide brim, and he tried to keep his head as still as possible while he masturbated so as not to disturb his appearance. He could see why the dwarves who cleaned the castle all enjoyed ending their chores on the second floor overlooking the courtyard. He kept their secret, as he had a few of his own that made him appreciate their needs. He was one of the most perverted people in all the city, having listened to confessions of various fornicating adventures from just about every person who came to the church. People were fucking animals in some cases (more than a few were known to invade the hen house, disturbingly) or their own family members and sometimes household objects. The curse of the Demon King was strong in this city, especially as the time for the Chosen Two to arrive was near.
Gavindale kept his face from grimacing as he watched a busty elven woman begin washing her breasts, but he felt his balls contract and his load begin to rise within his shaft.
"Bless me..." He held his breath and grunted as he ejaculated inside of his robe, easily containing his sperm in the loose folds with no fear of splashing anything around him. "Ahh...thank you, great Mother of the Gods."
He shook his cock a few times, but before he let go of it he saw two other elven women bending over, revealing much of their nether regions to him even from afar.
"Oh...fuck me." He sighed and twisted his fingers in a small magical incantation of restoration, bringing his cock and balls to life yet again as if he had never climaxed in the first place. He resumed jacking off under his robe as he watched them, pulling his foreskin back and forth and back and forth, creating a slight froth from his dribbling cum that was still leaking from his first ejaculation. The froth felt wonderful as he masturbated to climax again, imagining how it would be to run his tongue up and down the cracks of those two elven women. He spewed an even heavier load inside of his robe this time, staining the inside of it in thick spurts. He was weak in the knees now but kept his composure for the most part. He breathed deeply as he finished jerking out the last of his cum. "Thank you, ladies."
For a High Priest, these kinds of secret acts were the only sexual relief available. He spent most of his confession sessions doing the same, jerking off on the other side of the private booth while the other person described the lewd acts they had either imagined or actually performed. Sometimes, the other guilty party would eventually find their way to the booth too, and he would get to hear both sides of the story. Funny how many men felt guilty for fucking their wives in the ass while the wives felt guilty for fucking their husbands' brother or father the same day!
There was one especially slutty woman who would often confess, though Gavindale highly suspected she was also masturbating in the booth along with him. He had heard her climax more than once, a soft sigh and groan while her voice quivered. She tended to use slurs and curse words during her confessions which was very strange. Once she had confessed to masturbating during a previous confession, and Gavindale had erupted right then and there in the booth all over himself. He had to rearrange his robe to hide the stain before leaving. He never saw this woman's face but her voice was easily recognized, and his cock was immediately hard when he heard it.
A sound from afar alerted Gavindale to another presence. Peterus, the High Guard, strode quickly into the interior of the temple.
"Your Lordship!" he called out to Gavindale. "We have word from our scouts."
Gavindale was still holding his dripping cock beneath his robe so he kept his hand hidden there so as not to arouse suspicion. "Oh?"
The knight's shiny armor was making noise as he hurried along. "The Chosen Two have not been spotted along the roads. We believe it is a ruse."
Gavindale was annoyed now. "But it is the right time! Are you sure?"
Peterus stopped a few paces away from the High Priest. It was considered polite for everyone to keep a slight distance from the holy man. "My scouts would have found them by now. Unless they were to skip the Elder's Blessing altogether for some reason."
Gavindale scoffed. "Unheard of!"
Peterus glanced nervously at the tall doors to the Elders' Council chamber. "Should we...go inside and consult them?"
Gavindale swallowed anxiously. "I'd rather not."
Peterus closed the respectful distance between them and spoke rather forcefully. "The King himself is expecting something out of this. If I return without having consulted with them, then surely he'll have my head."
Gavindale bit his lip. "If I must...then I should go in alone."
"Not a chance." Peterus moved past Gavindale and headed for the tall doors.
"Wait!" Gavindale rustled to catch up with him, releasing his cock and removing his hand from beneath his robe. "You are not permitted to go inside of there. Only the High Priest can-"
"Those rules only apply to people like you," Peterus replied. "The Knighthood has never obeyed the religious precepts of the Church when it comes to formal matters of war."
