"Caleb," Kyron gives my hand a gentle squeeze as we fly. "It was an absolutely ancient structure that pretty much no one knew about or maintained. It's understandable it's gone now."
We arrived at the Great Bathhouse of Ancient Memories yesterday, only to discover it was just a hill now. Apparently, during the universe's purge of dragons that had too many ripples, the building was destroyed.
Well, sort of. The local spirits explained that it had previously been demolished by a dragon who turned it into a next, and then the calamity that wiped out the dragon did the rest. They were pretty annoyed because they knew I liked the place, and even if I was dead, they wanted it intact in my memory.
I think they were happy the universe killed that dragon during the purge. They were also extremely apologetic to me.
Kyron and I only stayed for the rest of yesterday, then last night. We hung out with the spirits a little, but my disappointment at the destruction of the bathhouse was too much for me to stay longer than this. It also kind of ruined the mood, so I'm trying to focus on the anticipation of what we'll find at the Temple of Forgotten Hopes.
"I know," I tell Kyron. "After finding out just how ancient it really was, I was hoping it would continue to last even longer. If only I'd thought to put a seal on it the way the original Golden Knight did for the temple. A powerful wind barrier that could deter even a dragon."
"Speaking of such things," Kyron points forward with his left hand. "I'm assuming that shimmer in the air is the barrier?"
I flick my right wrist, sending an [Ice Bolt] out of Novabrodos, killing a flaming bird that was probably going to try to burn through us with its body. Without this staff, we definitely wouldn't have made it this close. From what spirits I talked with said, though, there aren't any strong monsters within the barrier, just more normal beasts.
About a mile away from us is a slight shimmer in the air, something we only even noticed because I kept the winds in front of our face stilled. The spirits said we'd know the barrier by the shimmer. It's purely air magic, but is a mixture of compressed air, swirling winds, and the air's ability to warp light.
The first part is a direct barrier, making up the inner layer. It stops whatever actually made it to the barrier, with 800 Magic for its strength on top of being three one-inch-thick [Air Barrier]s.
The middle layer is three feet of swirling [Wind Vortex]es, swirls of wind that don't draw in anything, but instead, simply move extremely fast. They're quick enough to effectively eliminate nearly all momentum, so even a thousand-year-old dragon flying at full-speed wouldn't manage to break through the [Air Barrier]s due to their speed having been nearly completely nullified. The [Wind Vortex]es are designed quite specifically to avoid affecting the air around the barrier, which is why they don't act like tornadoes and just suck things up for hundreds of yards all around.
Finally, the third and outer layer is the warping of light through the bending of air. That layer is done specifically to hide the barrier from others to decrease the chances of someone thinking something special is here and trying to get in. While people do know of it, a difficult time finding it decrease those odds.
Though anyone who gets too close will notice the shimmer. We're further than normal for that, but we also know what to look for.
Supporting the barrier is an extremely skilled spellsmith's work. The flow and draw of Mana is immense, and it absorbs a decent portion of released Mana from deaths all around, but also feeds on the Mana in the soil. That keeps enough Mana in the barrier that even a dragon can't just use dragon's fire to break through.
From what Kyron and I learned by speaking to nearby spirits, when the Golden Knight made this nigh on a thousand years ago, he actually did something similar to what Rezovekk did.
He manipulated things so that beasts with greater amounts of Mana were born here. That way, the barrier had plenty of extra Mana to draw from, since things dying all the time as well. It minimized the barrier's effect on the land, even if it meant more powerful beasts were in the area.
That last part technically acts as an additional barrier – fewer people come this way because fewer people can actually handle it. Even with Novabodos, I'm not necessarily killing everything in one hit.
"Yeah, that's the barrier," I tell Kyron. "We need to get close before I can open a passage through it. I'll need to use my staff, too, but it shouldn't take me too long."
"I really want to know why the Golden Knight sealed away the temple," Kyron says. "None of the spirits we spoke with would tell us."
"Kind of disappointing, but we're about to find out."
We reach the barrier, and I kill another couple of beasts before aiming my staff at the barrier. Manipulating the winds and compressed air strains my abilities, but I manage to open a hole for us to pass through. I fly us through before I lose control, and the barrier returns to its normal state.
"Even my influence on the barrier didn't affect it," I tell Kyron. "The barrier is definitely well-crafted. I think it was the Golden Knight's spellsmith who made it, not the Golden Knight himself."
"But he was definitely the reason," Kyron says. "Everyone we've spoken to has said it was the Golden Knight himself. He asked the spellsmith for the barrier in order to seal off the temple. But why seal it instead of destroy it?"
"Let's go find out."
I fly us over the last bit of forest before we reach the clearing the temple was constructed in. Water flows off the two-tiered roof of the temple, flowing into small ponds at the base of the temple, which was constructed of grey stone set with reddish-orange and bluish-white markings. Pillars the same size as those at Boraniavos's temple support the roof that covers the walkway surrounding the building, with the shorter pillars elevated a little to make up for their shorter heights.
They're also more obviously dicks than the ones I made at the shrine, with the tops actually shaped like them. And the bases for them are just representation of smooth balls, with the supports for the shorter pillars resting on the balls of the bigger pillars. The pillars are standing with the undersides facing the temple's walls.
"This isn't even spirit-made," I tell Kyron. "Which makes it even more amusing that those are to-scale for our own dicks and balls."
"Also," I say. "While they were designed with the heads skinned… they were designed to have the roof at just-under the head, as if the roof had holes that were pushing down the foreskin. The water on the roof is coming from the pillars."
"We're constantly peeing."
"The water's colored, though," I say. "Purple, so it's meant to be cum. It only turns clear once it's in the pond And the stained-glass for the two layers of the roof was stained to resemble skin, with some spots that are more white."
Though the dome on the upper layer is completely clear, just metal and glass, to better allow sunlight and moonlight to shine down into the center.
There are also two rows of the pillars' heads, now that I'm looking more closely. The outer support, and ones that are clearly support for the roof inside of the temple, also with flowing purple-tinted water. Considering those are a couple of feet higher, the actual temple chamber inside is probably elevated.
"This is one hundred percent an erotic temple," I say.
"And it's focused on us," Kyron says. "Even if the Golden Knight became like a mentor to us, and was a great assistant, I can't imagine a reason he'd want to seal this away. If mortals earned such a view among nations that one of these was constructed, it was a huge deal."
As with similar shrines and temples to the gods, it was believed back in our day that sex in a temple like this would ensure a budding relationship would last, guarantee that a resulting child would be strong and have many of the great qualities of the heroes chosen, and more. The first place Kyron and I had sex was a Blessed Love Temple to Ryzavin and Luzcavis.
Not for the potential blessing, though – that's just where we chose it to be, to honor our patrons. We were certain that we'd last to our deaths.
I fly us around the temple to the front, where life-sized statues of us in white marble are standing, Kyron to the left of the door and me to the right, when facing it from the steps leading up to the doors. The wooden doors are made of a pale wood that was polished after carvings were made on it, designed with Kyron and me facing each other. We're on the side with our statue, our mouths meeting at the doors' join to put us into a kiss, with our dicks on the doors touching as well.
When we enter the temple and ascend into the circular room, we find more of those pillars, with the undersides facing the wall. The floor is made of the same grey stone as the walls of the temple, and there are thirteen braziers in a ring, a fire ever-burning within them to help provide light and a gentle warmth.
Carved into the walls are portraits of Kyron and me, and between each pillar except the two at the door are statues of us. All of the depictions of us in here are of us doing something sexual in some position. They're all accurately portrayed with Kyron topping and me bottoming, when it's anal going on.
This is normal for a temple or shrine that's about fertility or sex. I still can't see why the original Golden Knight would seal it off. This is an honor. And kind of makes me want to get naked right now and do it with my husband.
There's an actual sport for having sex, though it can be done anywhere in here. At the center of the temple is a "bed" that's about fifteen feet in diameter, an area that's three steps up from the rest of the floor. It's covered in purple cushions to provide a softer space for people to do it on.
I kneel down and examine of the purple cushions. They have golden trim, which is also normal for this, and they feel like they're made of the same material that's normal. It's easy to clean, and there's the normal set up to make sure things do get cleaned after things are done.
That is, I can feel the presence of the water-and-fire spirit that's normal in a place like this. They cleanse the spots where sex was had, to make sure it's ready for the next person.
"Odd," I murmur.
"What is?" Kyron asks. "The lack of my shield? Do you think it's hidden in the forest within the barrier, but outside of here?"
"It's under the cushions, actually," I tell him. "But that's not what's odd."
"You mean something like this being sealed off?" Kyron asks.
"The place's condition," I say. "It's good. Someone's maintained it, and not a spirit. I mean, the usual culprits are here, but if only the Golden Knights have had access to this for the last thousand years, then they're the ones maintaining it."
"That does make things even more confusing," Kyron says. "You're sure it wasn't a spirit?"
"The pillows are new," I tell him. "Made within the last few years. The enchantments that preserve them and make them more resilient to sunlight beaming down on them only lets them last about twenty years before they fade. Look – they still shimmer slightly when you turn them and the light catches them. They're less than five years old."
"This does add more curiosities to the Golden Knights," Kyron says as I slip off my boots and wade into the cushions. "I get that this temple is probably making you-"
"I'm getting your shield," I reach down under the cushions and start feeling around. "By the way the lesser spirits are acting it should be right around… ah-ha!"
I pull out the shield, which is made up of the same silvery-blue metal as Durazvokir. The border of the shield is pure-white, while the star crest of the sword is set onto the center of the shield in a blue-tinted gold. A crystal of each magical element rests on the shield, fire in the upper-right corner when looking at it, air in the upper-left, water in the lower-left but not quite at the bottom, and earth in the lower-right but not at the bottom.
The top of the shield is curved downward from the corners, then back upwards into a point at the same level as the corners. The bottom of the shield curves down into a point as well. Set into each point is a purple magic crystal. A black leather setup on the inside of the shield allows Kyron to handle it when he's fighting.
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Though I know what the shield is, I examine it as I return to my husband.
Durazmakis, the Elemental Shield Grade: Celestial This is an ultimate shield forged by an expert among expert spellsmiths. Sturdy and durable, even normal attacks do little against it. All elemental magics which strike this shield affect it at only 75% of their Magic, which can be reduced down to only 50% of their Magic by channeling into it per second an amount of 0.5 Mana. Those who know the secrets of the elements know how to counter their enemy's.
Much like Durazvokir, this shield has additional abilities that I removed from the description. Among mortals, only Kyron, the original Golden Knight, and I knew what they were. Some powers were best not known to those they weren't needed by.
I hand the shield to Kyron, who grips it with his left hand and draws his sword with his right. He performs a few moves to readjust to the shield, but it only takes a few seconds. Kind of a shame, because I like watching him.
Would've been even better if he was bare-chested, but I'll take what's given to me with him. He's handsome anyway.
"I feel like we can take on anything, now," Kyron tells me as he sheathes his sword and the shield vanishes – disappearing into his ring, which is the very reason he wears it on his left hand instead of on the right, as was custom for matching rings back then. "Though I know that would be foolish. You with your staff, me with my sword and shield… there's a reason those demons never stood a chance."
"Yeah," I give him a kiss. "Now that we have the shield back, Dungeons are less of a threat to us. We just need to talk with the Golden Knight, and after that, we can head back to Rezzy and take it easy."
"Until our next adventure," Kyron chuckles. "How long do you think it will be before we get to meet the current Golden Knight?"
"Depends on how much he wants to talk with us," I answer. "Could be here today if he really put his butt in gear, but might take it a little slower and arrive in the next few days – or he could still show up at the time he'd originally estimated. What do you think, Ryzavin?"
I look past the sex bed, and Kyron follows my gaze in time to witness the arrival of my patron god.
The throne of the God of Fire is made of a reddish-orange stone with swirls of color variation throughout, a golden glimmer to it where the light hits it just-right. Flames are patterned along the sides and up the front, including to the arms, which are designed to resemble the look of fire magic so high and fire so dense, it's become liquid. The cushions on the seat and back are pure gold, and there's a vine-like pattern rising up the back of the throne to either side of the back's cushion.
Seated atop the throne is the God of Fire himself. He's 5'7" and slender in build, though his body's muscles are defined, just like Kyron's are. His hair is the same pitch-black as mine and those from the Fire Fields and the area where I was born, though his eyes are reddish-orange and almost resemble molten stone, in a way.
Around his a black cord, from which hangs a reddish-orange crystal orb only half an inch in diameter. That was a gift I gave him the fourth time we met, and he didn't just put it on for our meeting. From what I was able to hear, he's worn it in every single appearance since I gifted it to him – both before and after my death.
The god has a slight smile on his face, as he always does, and his dick is nice and hard, just as with all gods' dicks. Us being in this temple doesn't help things at all for me, because the very idea of Kyron and I having sex has got me hard already… and this temple is literally devoted as a place for people to do it.
"He'll be arriving this afternoon," Ryzavin answers. "There are things he wishes to discuss with you, and now he knows of a place he can reach before you leave it – especially as he knows you're here to meet with him – he's on his way."
"And you won't give us a hint, will you?" I ask.
"Nope!"
Kyron laughs as I sigh.
"So," I say. "What brings you here this time? An explanation of why the original Golden Knight sealed this place off and why his successors have maintained it?"
"Nope," he answers. "The Golden Knight knows the answers to those and will explain them after he arrives, so I'll leave that mystery for you. It would be better coming from him, anyway."
"Aw," I say. "That's the only thing I could think of your arrival for, though. Or did you guys finally figure out what happened with our resurrection?"
"We still don't know," Ryzavin tells me. "And we've spoken with all of the Ancient Spirits and Primal Spirits. They've all seemed to have figured it out, but refuse to elaborate, just like you."
"I'm not sure about them," I tell him. "But for me, it really is-"
"A case of you being incapable of it," Ryzavin finishes. "We know, so we're now waiting either for our own discovery of it, the spirits to tell us, or for you to be able to. Worry not, Caleb, it's not an issue for us. We know that we'll learn it soon enough."
"Cool," I say. "So? What's up?"
"I was originally going to wait for you to go to investigate the Tomb of the Fire Prince," Ryzavin says. "Before approaching you, but contrary to even Tyzlevir's predictions, you don't seem to have any inclination for going there."
"Yeah," I shrug. "Nothing's really piqued my interest about it other than how someone might have broken in, but from what I've heard, I doubt I'd be able to figure anything out. It's still sealed, so it's not like I could go in and study things."
"Indeed," he says. "Since you aren't going to go there, but you did stop here now and have mentioned you'd like your first time with a god to be with me as I'm your patron, I felt this was as good a time as any to make an appearance."
"Oh!"
"You do seem interested this time," Kyron chuckles. "Perked right up, Caleb."
"Yeah!" I nod. "You said it was okay to include other guys, and Ryzavin is my patron. So you came here to see if I was wanting it while we waited for the Golden Knight?"
"I did," Ryzavin answers. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah!" I nod. "You're sure you're okay with it, though, Kyron?"
"Of course," Kyron gives me a kiss. "I want you to be able to take care of things, Caleb. I'll help you as much as I can, but I know I can't deal with your stamina and vitality all by myself."
"Awesome!" I start pulling off my robe. "Let's get naked!"
"Let's?" Kyron asks. "Shouldn't I leave first?"
"Sex is no fun if it's not with you."
"You should have seen that coming," Ryzavin chuckles. "That's why my request is for both of you, Kyron. As long as you're okay with a threesome, then I'll get off this throne."
Kyron thinks about it as I undress, and once I'm naked, my clothes all in my ring, he begins to undress as well. I throw myself onto the cushions as I wait for him, then watch as my husband finishes pulling off his clothes. I admire than fine, toned body of his and that uncut dick of his, all 8.5" of its length and 2.2" of its thickness.
Once he's naked, he joins me on the cushions, giving me a kiss before we look at Ryzavin, who has risen from his throne. The god's divine seat vanishes the moment he's finished standing, and he approaches to join us on the cushions. His body is nice, too, but I still like Kyron's better. His dick is bigger than the god's, too.
Ryazvin's own dick is about 8.25" long and only 2" thick, though it's still pretty nice. His foreskin doesn't quite cover the head all the way when he's hard, making the slit just-barely visible.
We decide to start with oral, Kyron and Ryzavin lying beside each other as I take Ryzavin's dick into my right hand and Kyron's into my left. I lick my husband's balls, kiss the bottom of his dick, take a ball into my mouth and play with it with my tongue before doing the same with his other one. Then I lick up the underside of his dick, starting to jack Ryzavin off as I work on my husband's dick.
After licking Kyron's dick a few times, I take it into my mouth and go all the way down. Both he and Ryzavin put a hand on my back, watching me as I treat Kyron's dick to a couple of minutes of mouth and tongue. Then, I switch over to Ryzavin's dick while jacking off my husband.
The feeling of their hands rubbing my head, my back, my shoulders, and my arms is nice. They keep it up as I alternate whose dick I'm sucking, and Ryzavin reaches his peak first. Once he warns me he's getting close, I switch back to his dick and take it all the way into my mouth, going down all the way a few times before pulling back so just the head is.
"Unh!" He moans softly as he begins shooting. "Unh! Unh! Unh!"
The god continues to moan with every shot of cum that blasts into my mouth and throat. It's hot, thick, and actually a little sweet instead of the saltiness I'm used to with my husband's cum and my own. I guess a god's makeup is different enough for that to happen.
I make sure to squeeze out every last drop of cum that Ryzavin has for me at the moment, then switch back to Kyron, who takes a few more minutes before reaching his own peak. The saltiness of his cum is a nice compliment to the sweetness of Ryzavin's, and now I'm kind of wondering what it would taste like to have both at the same time.
Though since I can't fit both dicks into my mouth, I probably won't be finding out anytime soon. Well, unless they manage to cum at the same time and just shoot into my mouth?
Ryzavin gets up as I lie to the right of my husband, and Kyron and I begin kissing as the god begins pleasuring my dick with his mouth. The way he works his tongue is incredible, and I really enjoy it. Kyron teasing my nipples only makes this more exciting for me, and I make sure to rub my husband's back with one hand while feeling Ryzavin's hair with my other (it's super soft). I even rub the god's back and shoulders a little, and like the way his skin feels.
With Kyron's tongue in my mouth as I cum, my gasps aren't too noticeable, but my husband still gives my right nipple a nice squeeze every time I do. I lean down and kiss his abs some once my climax fades, then he shifts me and pulls me onto him, his mouth meeting mine again as he grinds our dicks together.
Ryzavin rubs his dick against my ass a few times, but doesn't penetrate. The doubling-up on this feels pretty nice, though, and soon, I pull some of the sex oil out of the jar in Kyron's ring and apply it to my husband's dick before sinking down onto it.
"Ooooh!" I moan as his dick fills my ass, the sensation as it slides inside quite nice.
Kyron and I bend a little so that we can kiss in this position, though it's uncomfortable and doesn't last long. I move my hands to Kyron's sides and start bouncing on his dick, grunting softly with every downward motion, as his dick penetrates deep inside of me. Ryzavin is close enough behind me that his dick is rubbing against my back – or I guess so that my back is rubbing against his dick.
After a few minutes of this, and Kyron seeming to understand my look and giving me a nod, I draw more sex oil out of the jar in my husband's ring. I send it behind me and to the god, who quickly takes control of it. He understood what I was wanting, so I slow down and just rest on my husband's dick.
Kyron and I kiss a little more, but it stops as Ryzavin's dick begins to slide into my ass. The feeling of two dicks as thick as theirs filling me is intense. Not painful, there's just a lot of pressure. It feels rather good to me, and Ryzavin soon begins thrusting once he knows I'm okay.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" I grunt with every thrust the god makes, even Kyron moaning softly at the feeling of a dick rubbing against his while in my ass.
Ryzavin holds my sides as he thrusts, and I can feel Kyron occasionally shifting his hips to thrust a little as well. I try to kiss my husband during this, but can only manage a few seconds at a time. This feels really good, but it's also really intense.
The god hits his climax first, and I can feel him shooting into my ass. He stops thrusting for it, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body against mine. Once his orgasm ends, Ryzavin resumes thrusting, this time a little more gently. I'm not opposed to this, as it makes kissing Kyron easier, and the god even readjusts the pillows a little to make Kyron more comfortable with the position required.
Kyron soon hits another climax, moaning softly into my mouth with every blast. Ryzavin stops thrusting here, instead playing with my nipples from behind.
"Let's switch spots, Kyron," Ryzavin suggests as he pulls out after my husband's climax finishes.
I pull off of Kyron and Ryzavin lies down as my husband gets up. At first, I go to ride the god the same way I rode my husband, but Ryzavin turns me over so that I'm lying on my back on him. He gestures with one hand, and more sex oil appears on his dick.
"Ooh," Kyron says, then helps move the god's dick into my ass.
"Mmnh," I moan a little.
After finishing that, Kyron starts giving me a blowjob. Ryzavin occasionally thrusts his hips a little, but mostly just plays with my nipples or rubs my husband's shoulders, arms, and back with me. My ass clenches around the god's dick as I hit my climax again, and Kyron swallows every last load.
Then, Kyron lifts my legs up and makes sure Ryzavin's dick remains in my ass before he starts to slide his own back in. There's more sex oil on it, so I'm going to assume the god conjured some more, this time onto my husband's dick.
Ryazvin switches between playing with my nipples and playing with my dick while Kyron thrusts in my ass, and Kyron occasionally plays with my dick instead of rubbing my sides or holding me. My husband has an easier time kissing me from this position, his thrusts become a little slower but also more forceful when he does.
Just as before, Ryzavin hits his climax first, and Kyron does the slower thrusts while kissing me as the god finishes. Then, he returns to normal thrusting, holding my legs, until he finishes a few minutes later.
This has – amazingly – actually exhausted me a fair bit, though Kyron and Ryzavin take turns licking and sucking my dick as I lie on the cushions after they pull out of my ass. Once I finish my final climax for this, Kyron lies beside me, and Ryazvin stands, flames washing over us to clean the three of us and the cushions up.
"That was him, not the spirit," I whisper to Kyron.
"The flames being gold-and-white told me that," Kyron whispers back, and Ryzavin chuckles.
"This was quite pleasurable, guys," Ryzavin tells me. "If you two ever want it again, just let me know."
"Will do," Kyron says. "Caleb actually seems exhausted by that, so I think we're going to rest a bit before we get something to eat."
"I'm very exhausted," I nod. "It was fun, though. Thanks, guys. And thanks for letting it happen, Kyron. Wouldn't have even thought about something like this without you."
"Well," Kyron kisses me on the forehead as he ruffles my hair. "I'm glad it was able to satisfy your needs, Caleb. And… I'm glad you wanted me to be a part of it."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"It's not that," Kyron tells me. "I just assumed you'd want to do it alone with them, so I figured I'd leave. I might be okay with you doing it with others, but I'm not really interested in watching it happen."
"Well, he might be sexy," I glance at the god. "But you're the one I like, Ky. I don't want to do stuff like this if you're not a part of it."
"I've figured that out," he chuckles.
"You two enjoy your day," Ryzavin tells us. "Though know that we'll be watching when the Golden Knight arrives. We're curious about the reaction."
"Figures," Kyron chuckles. "Have a good one, Ryzavin."
Ryzavin leaves, and I snuggle in closer with Kyron.
"You know," I say. "He seemed really amused by something. Not us, but relating to the Golden Knight. It's making me really curious about him."
If the gods think our reactions to the Golden Knight will be amusing, then there's something big we're missing. Something… massive. There has to be a piece of information about him that we received, but haven't really registered.
After a few minutes, I sigh.
"I can't figure it out."
"What?" Kyron asks.
"What it is that we're missing," I say. "My gut tells me that we actually know one of the answers to the questions we have about the Golden Knight… but I can't figure out what it is. I'm going through my head every single discussion we've had where he was mentioned since our resurrections, be it with people, spirits, or gods. His reaction… I feel like there's something we were told that actually answers a question, but I can't figure it out. Argh! Why couldn't you just tell us, Ryzavin?"
Kyron laughs, then gives me another kiss.
"We'll get our answers soon," he tells me. "Let's just rest for now, yeah?"
"Alright," I snuggle against him. "Wake me when it's time to cook lunch."
"Will do."