Careful not to trip over her own paws in her reverie, Srirel-Livs started towards the large entrance arch that was her destination. The cute pitter-patter of Omii-Srera's tiny pawsteps trailed behind her, reassuring, as always.
She passed many new Raya, exchanging psychia with them briefly – everyone she saw was so wonderful and interesting and new, and oh-so-happy at her presence. She'd managed to contain further orgasm, for now, even with the light of this temple's Star directly overhead.
Approaching the entrance, a tall Temple-adorned Raya came to Srirel-Livs' greeting. Her psychia was so unique and amazing, just like all the others. She had the distinct colors and impression of a Temple Raya, physically and psychically. Elegantly linking psychia with Srirel-Livs, she sang her greeting-song, a most lovely relaxed performance incorporating standard Temple motifs with her own unique flair.
"Greetings to you, new visitor, on behalf of our glorious and magnificent Temple of Ari-Ossi, educational division of the Temple of Rayuus!" she sang, bowing before Srirel-Livs yet still rising far above her height. "I am Mavus Jes-Aloi of the wings of the lights and carrier of the blessings..."
Jes-Aloi continued on, listing out the full song-title that belonged to her as was customary. Srirel-Livs joyfully responded with her own. Jes-Aloi's psychia pulsed with excitement in a palpable way, clearly particularly excited to greet someone entirely new to Rayuus. "I am honored to join with you today, blessed Mavus!"
They stood with each other for a while, psychia intertwined, Srirel-Livs singing the full story of her journey and her goals. Omii-Srera's soft voice formed the bass line, and Jes-Aloi's voice joined in as a counter-melody, swinging along with the leader's, her soothing psychia-thoughts expressing her amazement and encouragement at every little twist and turn of Srirel-Livs' recital.
Srirel-Livs, so stricken by the skill with which Jes-Aloi did this, nearly faltered in her composure. She finished the song, face beaming and radiating pure psychia, so grateful to have experienced those musical joys. Shivering slightly in place, the song and Jes-Aloi's voice echoing throughout her thoughts, she barely managed to keep in another orgasm.
Jes-Aloi's shining, winged form towered over her, radiating kindness. She murmured a soothing tiny song of some psychic magic, and Srirel-Livs felt her body calm.
"Thank you, Mavus," said Srirel-Livs, blushing intensely once more.
"Oh, it is nothing, nothing at all! I'm ever so happy to see you pleasured in such a way. If you'd like to take time alone with me, please feel free. It is my utmost pride to see that all visitors feel only the most welcomed."
Srirel-Livs whimpered softly, so stricken with love and surprise that she was momentarily unable to form her own song.
"Oh, kind Mavus, I couldn't occupy you with such an endeavour, lustful as I am!" she squeaked in shy tones. "Perhaps later, when our respective duties are fulfilled?"
"Of course, of course," laughed Jes-Aloi, confidence radiating through her refined, masculine voice. "Just a moment, then."
One of Jes-Aloi's arms raised up, fingers twirling around in some ritual motion. In a bedazzling flicker of light, a small floating object appeared – its 3D appearance a sphere with runes swirling around it. That must be their communication method at the Temple, noted Srirel-Livs, who had her thought confirmed by a brief feeling of agreement from the larger Raya.
Jes-Aloi sang into the runes of a sphere in some magical new language, unknown to Srirel-Livs. A very logical, clear progression of tones, mainly pitches with uniform rhythm. A moment later, the sphere sang back, differing in its voice. Regal, was the impression Srirel-Livs had from the whole thing.
"I am pleased to say that the High Mavus is ready to receive you now," said Jes-Aloi, extending a hand to Srirel-Livs. "Allow me to personally show you to the throne room for your meeting."
"Yes, please!" squeed Srirel-Livs, enthusiastically lifting a front paw to take the Mavus' hand. Jes-Aloi's long paw laid gently over Srirel-Livs' own, radiating tingles and warmth and kindness through her skin. She couldn't help but let out a few giggles. "You feel so... nice."
"I get that a lot," said Jes-Aloi, making Srirel-Livs blush even harder.
They proceeded into the depths of the Temple, Srirel-Livs admiring the massive scope and variety of the architecture no end in sight. Jes-Aloi exchanged brief greetings with many of the passing Temple residents, Srirel-Livs and Omii-Srera silent in their appreciation.
"High Mavus Vyarie-Ossi is right through here," said Jes-Aloi after a long while of navigating hallways. They stood in front of a massive, ornate door, glimmering with runes of the Temple's power. "Just letting you know, she's quite the sight," she said, smiling knowingly at Srirel-Livs.
"Oh, I've never seen a High Mavus before! I'm so excited."
"Feel free to orgasm all you need, lovely Srirel-Livs," said Jes-Aloi. "It's fairly typical, and she doesn't mind."
Before Srirel-Livs could process this, Jes-Aloi swung open the door.
And Srirel-Livs climaxed.
She'd hardly been able to process the view before being, again, wondrously lost in her own pleasure. A most magnificent Raya, towering over the room in a halo of light, lights shining off the pillars around her – and the star, another star above her head, shining right through Srirel-Livs with its own song, so similar to the last one but different, the song of Vyarie-Ossi.
It was so, so much, and it was so, so good.
She gradually became aware of her body again, starting with the sounds of her unbridled moans of pleasure. The familiar sensation of wetness came next. Opening her tear-filled eyes, she saw Jes-Aloi's handsome, gleaming face above her, expression radiating kindness. Jes-Aloi silently offered a hand, and Srirel-Livs took it with shaky paws.
Recovering her breath, struggling to stand on the now-slippery floor, she could then take in the sight of the room as whole. The High Mavus rested, shining and glorious in her blinding, divine light, on the throne that was the centerpiece of the room. Further ornaments to her glory were six Temple-themed sevai, identical in appearance and posture, basking in the light to the sides of the throne. A shining pyramidal hologram hovered at her side, incomprehensible matrices of data flashing across its screen.
Craning her neck almost straight upwards, Srirel-Livs saw the glorious shining eyes, three on the head of the High Mavus and two floating nearby. They radiated light of the purest blue hues, staring directly into her soul with an intensity Srirel-Livs had never experienced before, excepting for one fateful occasion.
She experienced a strong urge to kneel down, which she recognized as emanating from Jes-Aloi. We're supposed to greet her, realized Srirel-Livs with a start, nearly slamming her snout into the floor with her enthusiasm. Omii-Srera imitated the motion with calm, practiced skill, her immense joy in submitting palpable to Srirel-Livs.
Jes-Aloi spoke for the stunned Srirel-Livs, performing a musical dance of story and greeting and love to the High Mavus. "Oh Most Blessed one of Ari-Ossi, leader of our ways, most benevolent caretaker of loved ones..." -- the titles continued for some time, longer than Srirel-Livs had ever heard -- "...in service of the Spire, High Mavus Vyarie-Ossi vee Noranura-Eisae. We humble servants greet you on this glorious day, one blessed by Raye."
"I receive you, blessed and loved servant, Jes-Aloi, and new friends," sang the High Mavus Vyarie-Ossi. The clear, divine voice of the High Mavus seemed to physically resonate the entire room, so intense was its psychia. Her song was powerful, a voice beyond voice, emotion and passion perfectly conveyed to pierce the soul of any listener. Srirel-Livs quietly moaned and twitched, unable to restrain one more small release.
"I have heard of your story secondhand, oh Srirel-Livs vee Ommrelia-Lorei, most elegant of your theme," continued Vyarie-Ossi. "But I, in service of Raye's glory, wish to hear it presently, if you are up to the task. Speak freely, little one, for our Star favors you this day."
Tears still streaming down her face, Srirel-Livs took a bit to collect her thoughts. "Oh, blessed High Mavus," she sang, trembling and passionate, "I shall do my very best, awestruck as I am."
And so she sang. She sang, unsteadily at first, but harder than she'd ever sang before. She sang about her early life in Nuura os Nirae, her caring family, her most dedicated lover Omii-Srera, the Lora Svii-Arei, her millennia of traveling and singing and learning and teaching...
She sang of her desire to enter the Temple, to be appreciated by the glorious divine High Mavus before her, her orgasmic love and pleasure for the singing and worship, defining her entire life for so long. So strong was her voice that the Temple around her joined in, the walls themselves echoing their own harmony. She forgot entirely about her initial embarrassment and struggle to think – all there was was her song, her story, her passion in weaving the notes and lyrics and psychia-thoughts one after another, as perfect as she ever aspired to be.
Up and down, melody and harmony, shifting rhythm to go along with the story. She didn't yet have her Uwellia she so loved, only her own voice and psychia and Omii-Srera and --
Vyarie-Ossi was singing too, now leading the melody, passionately reflecting and cavorting it upon itself in a surprising new variation. Srirel-Livs didn't miss a beat in continuing, alternating control between herself and the High Mavus. And with the High Mavus' lead, the song grew, becoming more structured yet more dramatic at the same time, elevating itself to higher and higher levels. Srirel-Livs was elevated too, existing beyond her body, beyond the room in the Temple, but still in control.
Vyarie-Ossi led them up, and up, and up, leading up to one astoundingly high climax, intricately constructed upon subtle foundations built hundreds of notes before. They both sang simultaneously, psychia intertwining, that one final glorious note to top it all off, and in that note she experienced the mind of Vyarie-Ossi for but a moment, a mind that was so much more --
Oh, YES! Blessed Raye, yes!!!
Her moans once more echoed throughout the throne room, unbridled in their intensity. She came, and came, and came again, her body existing in a state of raw pleasure, throbbing through her in its musical afterglow. And it didn't stop.
She felt that greater presence – Vyarie-Ossi, the now-tiny thinking part of her remembered – caressing her mind with its tendrils of psychia, sweeping her up in its cascade of bliss. Her body writhed and throbbed uncontrollably, entirely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of joy in that fateful musical climax. She was vaguely aware of Omii-Srera's voice joining her own, unrestrained despite her sevai form.
Lying there in her puddle of pleasure, losing herself in Vyarie-Ossi's embrace, her mind blanked out. There was nothing except the orgasm, the unending repeated climax, an echo of that beautiful song, unmatched except by only one other memory in her mind.
"Very good, little one," echoed a voice in her head. "I'm ever so glad you enjoyed this reward."
A gentle tingle on her cheek prompted Srirel-Livs' eyes to flutter open. Blurry under the waterfall of tears, she could hardly see the room around her, but did recognize that face, and that light.
High Mavus Vyarie-Ossi gently petted the smaller Raya, imbuing strength into Srirel-Livs with each stroke of her majestic, long forearms. Srirel-Livs finally stood up, at one point, and melted into the High Mavus' embrace, her crying unbidden.
"Take your time," whispered Vyarie-Ossi in a voice far more calm and reassuring than the booming, majestic orchestra earlier. "You did so very well, and I love you so much."
"Thank you," quavered Srirel-Livs, mind still blank, but warmed by the loving embrace.
"And," added Vyarie-Ossi, "if that's what you learned to do on your own, I'm so excited to see what you'll do with formal training..."
A gasp escaped Srirel-Livs, who immediately jumped to her feet. "Really?!" she squeaked excitedly.
"Of course," laugh-sang the High Mavus, patting Srirel-Livs with yet another forearm (how many does she have??? thought Srirel-Livs.) "I could hardly turn you away after that performance. In my millions of years as High Mavus, I've only witnessed one other student with such raw musical potential. It's no surprise, really, considering your past."
"Oh," said Srirel-Livs. "Oh!!!" She cried and squee-sang loudly into the High Mavus' many forearms, having no words. She and Omii-Srera noticed each other at the same time, both of them having ended up in the High Mavus' embrace. Many giggles and group hugs resulted.
"Lorae above," said Jes-Aloi amusedly, shakily standing from her position on one of the many puddles on the floor. "You really are something, aren't you? Oh, come here..." she cried, joining the hugs.
"You even made my sevai cry," giggled Vyarie-Ossi, motioning to the aforementioned three on either side. "I can't say many others have managed to do so. They're some of the best, after all. Speaking of which..." She murmured a magic word, prompting the sevai to jump up in unison. Enthusiastically leaping forward from their posts, they went to work licking up the large puddles on the floor, squeaking and moaning their servile pleasure. Omii-Srera twitched lustfully, but stayed put in the High Mavus' embrace.
"Oh, delightful blessed children," sweetly sang the High Mavus, petting all those in her arms. "I think this is a very special day, after all."