Ivan the Immortal: Adventure 3
	Ivan hopped off the cart with a tired sigh.  He had been sitting on the rough wooden bench for three days now.  His rear was sore and his legs were incredibly weak.  The canine rubbed his eyes, looking around.  The sisters at the temple in Durnsborough had shipped him off to Gorgoth for a few weeks.  Gorgoth spilled out in the shadow of a mountain jutting into the sky.  Houses and inns dotted the strangely quiet city, and a few Ram women could be seen wandering hither and dither, attending to their daily duties.  
	Ivan took a few shaky steps forward, looking for someone to ask directions from.  Usually capitol cities like this had as many guards as citizens, but here, there were none to be found.  The pup looked down a street, but just saw more Ram women.  No males and certainly nobody in armor.  Ivan felt a small swell of anxiety build in his stomach, unsure of what to do.  He was always told that if he needed help, he should always find a guard.  Ivan let out a small whine, scanning the streets once more.  One of the few Rams wandering the street started walking towards him, and the canine frantically waved her down.
	“What ever seems to be the problem, young man?” she asked, bending over to speak to him.  Ivan stumbled over his words, before finally spitting them out.
	“I-I’m l-looking for the…the Mooreland Inn.  I’m lost…”
	“Oh! I see!” the Ram woman exclaimed, smiling widely at Ivan, “You’re Celestine’s special guest!  Follow me!  I’ll take you right to the inn.”
	Ivan’s mood improved with the aid of the kind woman.  He walked beside her, barely coming to her waist, tail swishing happily.  It was encouraging to him seeing that there was reliable people wherever he went.  The two walked along the long streets, still only seeing Ram women.  A lack of males anywhere you went, even in Celestine’s temple, was enough to pique the interest of any traveler, but Ivan couldn’t really think of a reason why there was only Ram women, so he put it out of his mind.  
	“Did you travel far?” the Ram woman asked, looking down at Ivan.
	“Oh, yes.  I came all the way from Durnsborough.” 
	“My, that is far.  Do you live in the temple of Celestine there?”
	“Mhmm!  The priestesses there take care of me.  Celestine told them that I’m her special friend.”
	The Ram woman rubbed his head, giving him a warm smile.  “That’s very lucky for you, then!  Not many people can say they’re the friend of a Goddess.”
	Ivan gave her a small chuckle, his tail now swishing harder than before.  He liked Gorgoth already.  Secretly, he hoped all the women here were as nice as this Ram.  The two kept up their small chatter as they approached the inn.  
	It was an older building, or at least older-looking than the other homes and shops in the city.  Instead of the more modern stone and wood-roofed houses, Mooreland Inn looked to be made completely of a shiny, white stone.  A few columns sat on the front step, shrouding the entrance in a soft darkness.  Ivan looked up, gaping at the size of this one inn.  It was the largest he’s ever seen.  Everybody in the city could probably stay in the Mooreland, he figured.
	“Shall we go in?” the Ram woman offered.  Ivan gave her a polite nod, and ascended the few steps that lead to the front step.  She opened the doors for him, and let Ivan walk in first.  The pup looked around the enormous lobby.  The walls were the same white, and were illuminated by lanterns dotting the walls.  Seats made from a deep red fabric were also scattered along the floor in front of a wide receptionist’s desk, where a lone Ram sat.  More importantly, at least to Ivan, there were children.  Kids of different species ran around the lobby, playing some sort of game or with toys.  To Ivan, they all appeared to be young men as well.  He got a little giddy looking at all the fun happening before him, and gave a small look to the Ram woman beside him.
	“Go on!  Someone will fetch you when we’re ready for you.” 
	Ivan giggled as he ran into the fray of playing boys, walking over to a young Feline playing with some toy soldiers.
	“Hiya!  I’m Ivan!” Ivan extended his hand to greet the young Feline.  The boy responded in kind, grabbing Ivan’s hand a little too hard, and shaking his arm vigorously.
	“Ivan.  Good to meet’cha!  My friends call me Chadwick,” the Feline replied, speaking like the old men who come to Celestine’s temple.
	“What’cha doing?” Ivan asked politely, taking a seat in front of Chadwick.  Chadwick was crashing the toy soldiers into each other in a rather spectacular and violent manner.
	“Oh, I’m just killing time until my wife gets back,” Chadwick said, not even looking up at Ivan.  Ivan blinked a few times, his eyes locked on Chadwick.
	“Wife? You have a wife?” 	“Yessir.  Been married to her for…hmm…must be eleven years now?”
	“B-but you’re a kid.  Kids aren’t allowed to get married!”
	Chadwick looked up at Ivan, and gave him a mean look.  His arms were folded in front of his puffed-out chest.
	“Lookee here, son!  I’m fifty-two years old!  Spent most of my life in the Veil Navy!  Who are you callin’ a kid?!”
	Ivan’s jaw was stuck open, locked with the disbelief of what the clearly juvenile Feline just said to him.  The stranger part was that Ivan didn’t think he was lying.  Chadwick may act like a kid, but he spoke like a man of his years.  Before Ivan could say anything back, a shorter Ram woman came up to the two of them.
	“Chadwick, are you playing nice with others?” she said, putting a hand on her hip.  Chadwick ran up to her, like a child seeing his mother, and leapt into her arms.  The two shared a rather adult kiss before walking away from the stunned pup.  Ivan looked at the room full of boys, confused as ever.  He walked up to a Fox coloring on some paper by himself, and tapped him on the shoulder.
	“H-hi.  I’m Ivan,” he said through his confusion.
	“Hello, Ivan.  I am Ryuji,” the Fox boy said back, standing up to greet Ivan eye-to-eye.
	“Hey, I was just, uh, curious.  How old are you?  My…uh, mommy wants me to make friends my age.”
	“Hmm…What year is it now?”
	“1831 AJ.”
	“Ah, I see.  Then that makes me ninety-seven.”
	Ivan froze in shock.  The Fox in front of him, who was just coloring with crayons while kicking his feet, was older than anyone he had ever met before.  Seeing the confusion on his face, Ryuji chuckled at Ivan.
	“Is this your first time in Gorgoth?” he asked, giving Ivan a grin.
	“How did you know?” Ivan blushed, looking at the floor. 
	“You are shocked by my age.  Here,” Ryuji gestured to the room, “Men do not have to fear age.  Menios blesses the lovers of her Rams with eternal youth.  You will not find a man in this room younger than thirty.”
	“But why do you all look like…you know? Kids?” Ivan asked, looking at the room full of playing boys.
	“I often wonder the same thing.  Perhaps Menios is, ah…intrigued by the appearance of such youth.”
	“…Oh.”
	“How old are you, if I may ask?”
	Ivan opened his mouth to answer, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.  The Ram woman who guided him to the inn had returned.
	“Come along now, Ivan.  We’re ready for you.”
	Ivan nodded, and waved to Ryuji.  He stuck close to the Ram as they ascended a large flight of stairs.  Ivan was still in awe at the size of this place.  They walked for a little while before ending at a large set of doors.  
	“Go on inside.  I’ll come up later with your dinner, okay?”
	“Okay,” Ivan said, and opened the doors. The room was large, larger than the lobby at his home Temple.  To the far left of the room was a pool of steaming water surrounded by bushes of bright blue flowers.  Across the glossy floor, dotted sporadically with chairs and couches, was an enormous, four-poster bed.  A Ram woman was standing in front of it, smiling at Ivan.
	“Greetings, young Ivan,” she said softly, her voice coming out smoothly.  She was mostly nude, with only a sheer sash hanging off her waist and draped against her left leg.  The only thing else she wore were a few gold bangles around her ankles and wrists.  There was golden ribbon weaved into her hair as well.  Ivan looked her over, and hurriedly bowed.
	“O-oh!  Hello, sister,” he said.  Ivan had learned in the temple that all Priestesses across Auros dressed the same way, and should be treated with the same respect.
	She walked over to him, and patted his back.
	“Do not be so caught up on formalities,” she said, “You are here for a casual visit.”
	“I…am?”  
	“Were you not told before you left?”
	“Um…no,” Ivan muttered, looking at the floor in embarrassment.
	“Oh, I see.  I will tell you, but first, you should bathe.”
	She gestured to the steamy pool.  Ivan followed her over to it, looking at the high-vaulted ceiling.  The Ram woman removed her sash and bangles, and dipped herself into the water.  The water only came up to the bottom of her breasts when she sat.  Ivan sheepishly removed his shirt and trousers, and waded into the pool.  He made his best effort to sit across from the Ram woman.
	“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked, giving him a coy smile.
	“I…I dunno…,” Ivan said, looking over at her.  
	The Priestess waded over to him, and sat right beside him.  She reached to the lip of the pool, and grabbed a few ceramic containers, and poured the contents of one into her hands.  The sweet-smelling liquid lathered and bubbled in her hands.
	“Do you mind?” she said, gesturing to Ivan’s body.  Ivan shook his head rapidly, standing up for her.
	“I’d like to wash your back first,” she cooed, giving him the same smile.
	“O-of course!” Ivan shouted, whipping around in the pool.
	Her hands rested on his shoulders, and she began to slowly work the lather into his fur.  The priestess’s hands softly ran over his left arm, then his right, making sure to completely cover his fur.  Her hands then moved to his underarms, then to his ribs.  Ivan was trembling a little as the foreign set of hands moved over him.  When the Sisters back in Durnsborough washed him, it wasn’t so…intimate.  Ivan stood like a statue, though, not interrupting the work of the Ram.
	The Ram’s hands finally landed on his rear.  He could feel that most of the lather was gone, but her hands still continued to rub him.  Her fingers squeezed at his admittedly soft behind, kneading his flesh.
	“Oh yes…,” she muttered to herself, “You’ll do just fine…”
	Ivan wasn’t sure of what to do, and just let the Ram squeeze his butt.  He did look back at her, though, blushing hard.
	“Ivan,” she began sweetly, “Kneel on the step and bend over the lip of the pool for me.”
	“W-why?”  Ivan asked her, blushing harder now.
	She just smiled at him.  Ivan, still lost on the situation, did as she asked.  The weird position he had made his butt stick out towards her, showing off his tight scrotum and his little rear.  The Ram Priestess grabbed two handfuls of his butt, and began groping him a little more overtly than before.  Her fingers dug into him, and she went as far as to spread his asscheeks apart, revealing his little tailhole.
	“W-what are you-“
	“Shh…You’re going to like this, okay?”
	The priestess got a little closer to him, and Ivan could feel her warm breath on his behind.  Her thumb began to rub at his anus, causing the pup to jolt a little in surprise.  Ivan looked back at her, and saw her face between his buttcheeks.  He had opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a surprised yelp as her soft lips kissed at his ass.  She peppered a few more long kisses on his anus before her broad tongue extended out, giving him a long lick.  Ivan shuddered as the tongue ran over his sensitive spot, and he bent over a bit more on the lip of the pool.
	Her tongue continued to give him long licks, like she was licking an ice cream cone.  One of her hands left his butt, and began softly pulling at his balls.  Ivan let out a small moan, the combined pleasure pushing through his embarrassment.   The priestess used this as encouragement, and began to softly run her hand over his penis.  She had it bent down, pulling it like she was milking a cow.  Ivan folded his arms and buried his face in them, letting out some small noises of desire.  The priestess upped her anal attack, and Ivan jolted again as he felt her tongue push against his tail hole.  She was making soft suckling noises as her tongue slowly, but surely, wiggled its way inside of him.  Her hand picked up the pace as well, milking Ivan’s small shaft down with a quickened pace.
	Ivan moaned a little louder as her combined pleasure continued.  Her tongue wiggled in his behind while at the same time her hand was stroking him.  His body was quaking under the combined assault, and he felt a pressure in his waist.  Ivan let out another series of shorter moans.  The priestess noticed these, and used them as some sort of signal.  She began stroking his penis harder than before, and her tongue was barreling deeper into him.  Ivan felt something in him rush down his spine, and he arched his back.  His penis began to throb hard, and the priestess stopped milking him momentarily.  Through his loud sighing and short moans, he could hear the sound of something loudly dripping into the water below him, the source from his penis.  Finally, he began panting as his orgasm finished.  He was still bent over the lip of the pool, just gazing ahead of him.
	The priestess stood up out of the water, breathing heavily.  She grabbed Ivan’s butt again, this time from the side, and got a little closer to him.  She began pressing her groin against his waist, making a grinding motion almost.
	“How I wish Celestine blessed me with the endowments of a male…,” she said to Ivan, “Your ass is too beautiful to not be totally ravished…”
	She pressed against him a few more times, before stepping out of the pool.  The priestess extended a hand to Ivan, helping him out of the pool.  He stood on shaky legs, his penis still dripping a little bit.  The two wandered over to the bed, where Ivan flopped unceremoniously onto the soft sheets.  He was on his back, and turned his head to look at the priestess.  She was next to the bed, sipping from a glass bottle.  As she swallowed, Ivan noticed that with every gulp, her breasts seemed to grow a bit.  By the time she was finished, her tits were heavy, and hung lower than before.  They weren’t as round as before, more like an oval now.  Small beads of liquid were forming at her nipples.
	“You are much more tired from your orgasm than I intended,” she said, climbing into bed, “Allow me to fix that.”
	She straddled Ivan’s waist, and grabbed him by the head.  Ivan’s head was smushed between her now engorged breasts.  She pressed them together around his head, giggling.
	“Now listen closely, okay?  My breasts are filled with a magical potion right now.  You’re going to drink from them to restore your stamina, and then…I’m gonna crush your little dick between them.  Sound fun?”
	Ivan babbled something incoherent into her chest, but did his best to nod between her massive mammaries.  The priestess smiled wickedly, and released Ivan from her breasts.  She sat against the headboard next to him, and patted her lap.  Ivan crawled over to her, and did his best to sit across her thighs.  He looked up at her face, and then her teats.  The priestess giggled at him, and made her chest bounce a bit.
	“Go on…pick one, Ivan~”
	Ivan looked at her breasts, and struggled for a minute.  It wasn’t a particularly difficult choice, but he was having a great deal of trouble picking a breast.  Finally, he just reached out, and grabbed one.  He leaned in close to it, and sat there for a moment.  The act of putting her nipple in his mouth was strange to him, and he was having trouble just acting.  The Ram priestess sighed, and pulled Ivan’s head into her breast, his face pressing against her nipple.  Ivan popped it into his mouth, and began sucking softly.  A slightly warm, vanilla-tasting liquid began to stream out in little squirts as he sucked.  
	With each gulp, he felt a little rejuvenated.  The weakness in his legs began to subside a bit,  He felt less tired, and even a little bit peppy.  The priestess sighed and rubbed his head while Ivan nursed
	“Make sure to drink plenty.  I need your little dick ready for some more fun~”
	Ivan choked a little at the brazenness of her words, but ultimately continued to suckle.  He hadn’t felt this good in a long time.  it was as if all of the fatigue of the last four days melted off of him.  Eventually, he let go of the teat, sighing in great contentment.
	“That was…really good!” he exclaimed, smiling brightly at the priestess.
	“I’m glad to hear that.  Are you ready for some more fun?”
	Ivan eagerly nodded, feeling much more comfortable with the idea of lewd actions now.  The priestess shimmied down the bed a bit, resting her head and neck on a pillow.  She was on her back, with her stomach facing up.  The Ram reached over to an endtable, and pulled out another, different glass bottle.  Ivan recognized the little heart on it.  It was the lovemaking oil that they produced at home.  The priestess poured it onto her breasts, coating her fur with the glistening oil.  She squeezed them together, grinning at Ivan.
	“Sit on my chest, okay?”
	Ivan did that.  His little cock was already fairly hard again, and he pressed his groin against her glossy breasts.  His tail wagged gleefully, awaiting his permission to begin the fun.  The priestess parted her tits for him, showing off the slick valley between them.  Ivan put his cock in between her breasts, trembling slightly.
	“Are you ready~?”
	She pushed her tits back together.  Ivan sighed loudly as the soft, slippery flesh wrapped around his already-sensitive penis.  His hips twitched instinctively, and he grabbed onto her breasts for support.  After the initial moment of bliss, Ivan began to pull his waist back, coating his own penis with the oil.  He moaned softly before pushing his hips back forward into the fleshy crevice.  The priestess put more pressure on her breasts, giggling as she watched Ivan buck into her breasts.  
	Ivan was already panting softly, his little dick gliding freely on the chest of the priestess.  He hadn’t ever had this kind of freedom over his pacing, so he was going fairly fast.  He didn’t care, though.  The mixture of the soft fur, warm body, and slick oil were intermingling in his mind to form the perfect lustful cocktail.  His hips were making a soft slapping noise against her breasts.  The priestess giggled softly, but eventually grabbed Ivan’s shoulders.
	“Let me help you.  You’re going too fast, dear~”
	She sat up, causing Ivan to fall backwards.  The priestess seized Ivan before he could recover, carrying him over to one of the couches in the room.  She sat in front of him, his back against the back of the couch.  In the movement from bed to couch, Ivan had softened up a little bit.  The Ram leaned down between his legs, and opened her mouth wide.  In an impressive display of oral skill, she was able to not only take Ivan’s penis, but also his tiny scrotum into her mouth, loudly sucking on both.  Ivan let out an adorable wail as she sucked him back to full hardness.  Releasing him, she wasted no time re-trapping his penis between her breasts.  She squished them together, and began slowly pulling them up and down over Ivan’s cock. 
	Ivan was moaning loudly, his waist pushing up against her breasts with every stroke.  He was on autopilot now, just doing whatever he could to pleasure himself.  The priestess sighed, and quickened her pace a little, clearly unable to drag out their little session.  She began alternating her strokes; when one breast went up, the other came down, rubbing Ivan on both sides differently.  Ivan let out another wail, and rammed his waist upward
	The Ram could feel Ivan’s penis pumping like crazy, much harder than when she was tonguing his ass earlier.  Rope after rope of his semen launched into her cleavage, but none of it actually shooting out towards her.  After a few moments, he settled back down, his orgasm subsiding.  Ivan melted into the couch, his tongue lolling out in bliss.  The priestess stood back up, scooping up the tired pup in her arms.  The pair returned to the bed, where she sat Ivan down on his stomach.  The pup curled up with a pillow, sighing softly.
	“Oh, Ivan,” the priestess began, “That won’t do…”
	Ivan looked back at her, but yelped before protesting in exhaustion.  The Ram had parted his butt again, and began pouring lovemaking oil between his asscheeks.  Her soft hands went back to kneading him again.
	“W-w-w-what are you doing?!” he yelped
	“I’m not done with this delicious butt yet~” her reply came, dripping with a dark evil.
	Ivan could only gulp.