<strong>"Less for him,"</strong>the old man chimed with a thwack of Delphine's ass as he pulled his face away from her pussy,<strong>"more for me!"</strong>He cackled madly as he drew his cock from his robes, to great applause from all those assembled behind their impersonal masks, and slapped it across her ass.  It was very firm and at least three of her fists long.<br/><br/>Harlan visibly twitched in his sleep and let out a pained moan as Delphine drained his energy.  Fully solid again, she felt her pussy quiver a moment just before the rod of meat behind her slid down the clef of her ass, tickled her asshole for a hair-raising moment, and then slid up and into her cunt.  It moved hard and fast, slicked preternaturally with a waterfall of pre-cum.<br/><br/>It slid in and out easily, and her stomach was pressed further into the altar and her boobs smacked against the far edge more and more as the dirty old man fucked her all the more vigorously.  The gathered crowd was very attentive to the event.  One was even painting the scene on paper with a brush to preserve it for future memory.<br/><br/>Overall, it was an absurd scene, and Delphine was the centerpiece of what was clearly a hedonistic gathering.  This debauchery was meant to be fought against, yet here she was playing a pivotal role.<br/><br/>His cock knew exactly where to go and he rocked in and out of her faster and faster, rocketing her forth to orgasm without delay.  It was a magickal sensation that utterly overwhelmed her.<br/><br/>The man finished up at about the same time and began to cum strongly.  More and more and more she was filled with his jizz, until finally he sighed and fell backwards with a thud.  A few more splooshes of cum shot up across her back and splattered over her ass.<br/><br/>Delphine's undergarments slid back into place and soaked some cum as it slowly drizzled out of her.  She felt as if though she could feel it all the way up in her stomach.  The liquid was warm and disorienting and in many ways like the Demon Wine.  A thought intruded from without as to what it might be like to taste it.<br/><br/>Delphine's front was splattered with wine, he back covered in cum, and her panties soaking with yet more cum--and at just this moment she realized she could peer into Harlan's dreams.<br/><br/>He was dreaming of her.<br/><br/><em>Harlan and Delphine walked together through a lovely field of daisies.  There was a sweet scent on the wind and the sun bathed their skin in warmth.  Harlan reached out and took Delphine's hand.  The moment hung there for a moment before rewinding and playing out slightly differently, this time a field of tulips, the time after a light rain.<br/><br/>Delphine wore her normal robes and appeared very regal.  Delphine watched this dream copy of her, so regal and poised, and knew in reality she was a cum-and-wine splattered slut who'd just robbed Harlan of his very essence while he slumbered dreaming of an idealized version of her.</em><br/><br/><strong>"That was quite a bit,"</strong>the old man said, picking himself up off the floor, head level with Delphine's ass as it stuck off the altar.  He slapped her thighs, then stood and move his hands to her ass.  He worked it like a mound of dough.<br/><br/><strong>"They've been taking bets all night on how tight your ass is,"</strong>the man explained.  Thinking back on it she didn't recall any of the masked figures speaking, nor did she quite see their gold changing hands.  But as she surveyed the room it seemed they shifted and sound swept over the air formlessly.  Perhaps they spoke in tongues she was not meant to know, or perhaps they did not want her to hear.<br/><br/><strong>"I see you're fading pretty quick,"</strong>he said, before twisting off the top of his walking stick to reveal something metal and bejeweled within (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61M8A5eKB7L._SY355_.jpg).<strong>"Would you mind wearing this for us until to-morrow night?  In return, part of the losers' energy will go to you--whether or not your ass is tight enough.  So long as you do everything you can to keep it in until tomorrow night."</strong><br/><br/>Delphine felt herself fading.  How much time had passed was unclear but a suggestion of twilight was evident through the windows.  There were a few less patrons than there had been on her last glance this time as she gazed around the room, things looking decidedly more like an after-party.  The stains and upended bottles were clearly coming back again.<br/><br/>With only one energy remaining between the two of them, how they would obtain the map to find the first Shard was unclear.  The temple had held plenty of dangers on the way in--getting deeper could pose even more.  They'd need all the energy they could get.