Sister Elizabeth, highest ranking priestess to the god of Lust, Sex, and Pleasure, strode royally through the courtyard. She wore only the garb of her station, a grey purity cowl, a golden amulet the hung delicately around her neck, and a purple cloak that put her magnificent breast on full display. It was a mark of high esteem and honor to be grant such permission, one Elizabeth would hardly turn away.
But she needed to focus. Princess Annabelle Derosa, daughter of High King Victor Derosa, had fallen gravely ill. When he put out urgent need of help, Sister Elizabeth was prepared to leave the monastery in an instant. The Sister was always the first to volunteer to help no matter the reason. This earned her the nickname Mother Generosity.
Weaving throw the halls of the great castle, all who passed her bowed their head in reverence. And nearly all stole glances at her ample breasts. She knew of course. She’d be a fool not to. But it was something she enjoyed throughly. The blessings of her god left little doubt in her mind. Elizabeth was not ashamed of her body. It was a gift from her god, so why would she hide it away?
The twisting passageways led her finally to her destination, the Princess’s chambers. A guard was station outside. The poor man stumbled to attention as the priestess approached. Dumbstruck, he couldn’t get any words out as she arrived. Obviously, he didn’t expect the prietess’s assets so early in the morning.
Sister Elizabeth nod politely to the stupefied man. He found his words and mumble out a greeting and bid her enter. As she past, the guard had to readjust himself more than once.
Inside the bed chamber was a large four poster bed. Princess Annabelle laid fitfully on the top of the sheets. She was drenched in sweat.
Sitting next to the poor enfeebled girl was an attendant dabbing the sweat away. He welcomed Elizabeth in without so much as a second glance.
A moment of displeasure crossed Elizabeth’s mind, but she quickly pushed it out. It was not her place to judge others for their preferences.
The attendant quickly relayed what little information the had about the princess’s illness.
It didn’t narrow down the possibilites.
Elizabeth excused the attendant. She found few understood her practices if allowed to watch and many took offense or a strange satisfaction in the way she performed miracles. Better without an audience.
Sister Elizabeth stood at the side of the bed, doing her own examinations of the poor girl.
Sweating, pale, ragged breathing, the girl must have an incredible constitution to weather such an ailment. Hopefully it will guide her through to the end.
Next was the physical examination. Quickened pulse, serious fever, clammy hands, a few nasty rashes and her arms and legs. A few choices eliminated.
The priestess of lust spoke softly to the girl, reassuring her that all would be okay. Then Elizabeth asked a very important question to the girl, if the priestess could disrobe the girl.
Weakly, Annabelle nodded. She didn’t seem lucid enough to register much, but she did understand what Sister Elizabeth had asked. The priestess’s empathetic magic told her it was okay and she went to work.
The girl was of marrying age, truly a woman by the looks of it. Fully 21 years of age if Elizabeth remembered correctly. And as far as the priestess could tell, the girl -the young woman- had developed well.
The examination continued. More rashes on the legs and strange spots across the stomach. Sometime of magical ailment. A few more options removed.
Elizabeth’s empathetic magic told her there was some malevolent presence gripping the girl’s spirit. It would need to be captured before she could recover.
The priestess of lust pulled a few items from her pack, a flask of holy oil, a rod of binding, and a length of silver chain. She began reciting prayers over each item, causing her breasts to fill with the power of her god. A luscious pink glow radiated from them like a dull intimate campfire.
As Elizabeth finished, she explained to the ailing girl what she was going to do. First was to bind the girl’s body in the silver chain. This would act as a cage to keep the fiend from escape elsewhere. Next the girl would be annointed with oil to help aid her struggle against the dark force. And lastly, the rod of binding will be used to remove the fiend from the young woman’s body.
Whether the girl understood was of little concern. All the while Sister Elizabeth set about her work. First was the silver chain. It was enchanted to always be long enough for any application. And now, Elizabeth put that length to good use. Binding Annabelle’s hands and feet together, with several wraps and intricate knot work over and across her body, soon the woman was thoroughly ensnared by the chain. It wrapped around both breasts, around her stomach, and between her legs. It wasn’t Elizabeth’s forte, but it would hold.
Next the oil. The priestess poured a generous drizzle across the woman’s chest and stomach. Reciting a few more prayers, Elizabeth began rubbing the oil into the princess’s skin. Power wicked off her hands, setting into Annabelle’s muscles and stomach. Her skin was incredibly soft. An excellent sign.
Now was the crucial part. The rod of binding. Elizabeth picked up the long polished length of oak. It was a relic passed down through ages, and now Elizabeth was its keeper. For 14 days and nights she had prayed over it, anointing it with holy oil and imbuing it with her power. It was a pleasure two weeks to say the least.
Now, the priestess held the tool reverently. She began reciting a chant of exorcism and binding, matching the rhythm of her words with hand gestures.
Princess Annabelle began to groan. On Elizabeth recited, more emphatically now. Annabelle’s groans became cries of pain. The demon was fighting to stay.
The prayers grew more urgent, turning into commands.
The cries became screams and prayers raised.
Still the demon refused.
Drawing on the power stored within her breasts, Elizabeth spoke directly to the fiend, instilling divine will for it leave.
But it refused.
She needed something stronger.
Conjuring a spell of strength, the priestess willed power into the rod. It now glowed with the same vibrant pink of her breasts.
She caressed the face of the tortured girl laying naked and bound in chain on her bed. Taking the rod it one hand, she plunges it deep within the girl’s most intimate place.
There was a strange moment of silence as the young woman managed to regain herself. But quickly the screams started again.
Elizabeth began sliding the rod in and out of the girl’s slit, imbuing her with the spell. The pink glow spilled out over Annabelle’s body. Her muscles tensed for just a second before relaxing.
The spell had helped. At least a little.
Elizabeth resumed reciting her chant. Though the spell she cast did ease the girl’s struggles, it got nowhere with exising the fiend. She needed something stronger.
With a quick and graceful motion, the priestess’s cloak fell to the ground, revealing her glorious naked form. Her god had truly blessed her on the day of her womanhood. Power refilled the reserves of her breasts, causing them to glow once again. Elizabeth formed the sign of Love and Pleasure, bringing it to her most precious place. Her womanly slit began to glow with the same power as her breasts. Long ago her patch of fur was bleached due to a spell very similar to what she about to perform.
Holding the rod of binding once again, she placed it in front of her neatly groomed entrance. It hung there, as if she had suddenly grown a long hard member like that of a man.
Holding the Princess’s legs, Elizabeth positioned the girl just so. With practiced ease, the Sister guided the head of her new cock to Annabelle’s entrance.
Slowly, delicately, as to not hurt the girl, Elizabeth eased the rod inside her. A gasp escaped her lips as she took up the length.
Satisfied with how much she could fit in, Elizabeth wound back and plunged herself back in.
The priestess impaled the girl over and over with the long thick rod, channeling the power flowing from her womanly place though the rod, into the young woman. And for all the struggling of the demon, the act definitively bolstered Annabelle’s resolve.
With the power of binding amplified by the priestess’s power on top of the act she was performing, the demon’s hold was finally loosening. The empathetic link flowing between them now told Elizabeth she was close. She just needed to keep up the tempo.
Pink magic began to swirl around them, wisps of power emanating from the Sister’s breasts and the power flowing through Annabelle
On she worked, bidding the girl to live and commanding the fiend to leave.
The swirling grew in strength, drowning out all sounds outside the room
With a free hand, the Sister massaged her now bright pink breast. As she massaged, her Lover’s milk squirted across the princess’s stomach. The pink milk landed upon the girl’s stomach, sinking into her flesh and mixing with the energy already flowing through her.
Now, the torrent of magic around them as tearing through the room, tossing belongings like sand.
It was nearly time. She had been at it for nearly three minutes and the girl’s body was at the edge. The demon wouldn’t let the act finish, but its hold had loosened considerably. Elizabeth just needed one more act.
Speaking another power command, she brought Annabelle’s contorted face to hers. At its conclusion, Elizabeth planted her lips fully to the Princess’s. A blur of pink flashed between them and in the crescendo of swirling magics around them, their screams were nearly drowned out by the torrent.
Moments later, breathing hard, Elizabeth picked herself up. She was sprawled across the bed, entangled with the young woman. The young princess was alive. Their two naked forms sat there for a while longer, too exhausted to move.
The color had returned to Princess Annabelle’s face. A slight smile spread across her face. The chain that had bound her moments ago was now coiled neatly on the ground beside the bed.
Elizabeth extricated herself from the tangle mess, standing to her full height clad only in her cowl and gold necklace.
Laying some feet away was the rod of binding. It had a malevolent glow to it. Her next task would be to purify the fiend it now held.
But for now, the Princess was safe again.
And Elizabeth needed a nap.
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