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“Mmmph… MMph! Mmmm… Mmm~”
Sister Clairabelle gasped into her cloth gag as she lay on her bed, naked, and completely immobilized. Her pale skin was drenched in sweat; her red, waist-length hair was unkempt, and flowed all over the mattress beneath her; and her limbs twitched against her restraints as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her veins.
Earlier that night, Sister Clairabelle had made a few half-hearted attempts to escape the ropes that were binding her wrists and ankles to the head and footboards of her bed, but her tormentor was apparently very good at tying knots, and so for the past seven hours, she had been forced to simply lie there, face up, limbs spread in a giant X, breasts heaving, and cock twitching as it was magically stimulated, but denied any release…
“*yaaaaaaaawn*… Good morning, Sister. Did you sleep well?” Sister Clairabelle flinched as she suddenly heard a familiar, sultry voice, and equal parts dread and desire surged through her mind as she realized that her bedmate was now awake. The young woman who was lying next to her was very short, had tanned skin, and light brown hair that barely reached past her ears…
…But by far her most noticeable features were the sinister look in her eyes, and the almost sadistic grin that was playing across her face as she let her gaze drift up and down the body of her rope-bound prize.
“…I’m sorry, I thought I asked you a question… But I didn’t hear your response.” The woman slowly rose into a sitting position, brought a hand to rest on Clairabelle’s belly, then began to gradually trace her fingers towards the priestess’ twitching cock. “…It looks like my spell is still up and running, so I’m sure you had a very busy night… Well? How was it, Sister? I do so hope you enjoyed yourself~”
“M… Mmmmph~!” Sister Clairabelle did her best to respond through her gag, and even though her words were completely inaudible, her desperate lust was more than obvious, so the shorter woman’s smile only widened.
“Good girl… I’m so glad to hear you’re taking to my instruction so well!” The woman’s fingers stopped just short of Clairabelle’s cock, then began to circle it playfully, getting as close as they could without actually touching it. Clairabelle gasped again as she felt the spell on her dick double in strength, causing a new wave of pleasure to slam into her already-exhausted mind. “…But I suppose I should let you speak now, shouldn’t I? Go on, then. Was there something you wanted to ask of me? Don’t be shy~♪”
“Mmm… Mmmph~ H- Haaaaah!” Sister Clairabelle gasped for air as her gag was finally removed, but thanks to the pure ecstasy that was still crashing through her veins, it was a full minute before she managed to speak through her own panting.
“P- P- Please… Maya…”
“Yes? What is it, Sister?” Maya leaned in close to Clairabelle’s face, looking for all the world like a wolf who was busy deciding how best to devour a cornered rabbit. “You’ll have to speak up if there’s something you want~”
“I… I… haaaaa~~ I’m b- begging you… J- Just please… Let me cum!”
“Ah, ah, ah…” Maya mockingly waggled a finger in front of Sister Clairabelle’s dazed eyes. “Such vulgar language~♪ That’s no way for a priestess to speak, now is it? A shame… If you had shown the self-restraint befitting your station, maybe I would’ve given you what you wanted. But, I’m afraid you’ve failed this little test, which can only mean…”
Sister Clairabelle’s breath quickened as Maya leaned in close to her ear, and brought her voice to a whisper. “…I still have a lot of work to do if you’re to learn how to behave yourself. So, Sister… let’s not waste any more time…
“Are you ready for your next lesson?”
Twenty Hours Earlier:
“Ah! Sister Clairabelle! Watch where you’re going!”
“S- Sorry! Sorry. I’m so, so sorry about that…” Sister Clairabelle paused just long enough to bow apologetically to the custodian she had almost knocked over, then whipped around to continue her sprint through the temple halls. She just couldn’t believe that she was running late again, and on today of all days… but her blankets had felt so comfortable, and the rain on her window had sounded so nice…
Thanks to the near impossibility of getting out of bed that morning, Sister Clairabelle had been forced to skip like half of her morning routine, and now here she was, running full tilt through the halls, waist-length hair unmade and whipping behind her, robes only barely up to code, and looking for all the world like the disorganized mess that she always felt like inside.
But still, if she kept up this pace, maybe everything would be alright! The Temple of Anibari was big, but not enormous, and Sister Beatrice’s office wasn’t too far away. So as long as she didn’t get lost, she should be fi-
…Wait. Since when did this hallway lead to the stables?
“…Sister Clairabelle. I was wondering when you were going to show up.”
“Haaa… HAaaahh… S- Sorry… Haaaa… I’m late… haah… Sister Beatrice…” A full ten minutes later, Clairabelle finally arrived at her destination, and leaned against a chair as she desperately tried to catch her breath.
“Please. I would’ve been more worried if you were actually on time for once.” Sister Beatrice let out an exacerbated sigh as she eyed the panting priestess up and down. Almost six-foot-four when standing at full height, Sister Clairabelle was tall, lanky, and gangly, and her constantly-fidgeting hands, shifting stance, and large, round glasses only heightened the air of nervous energy that followed her wherever she went.
That said, the young woman was anything but unpleasant to look at, no matter how much she assumed otherwise. In fact, Sister Clairabelle was often complimented on her natural beauty—particularly her long, fire-red hair, smooth features, and in one memorably crass encounter with a drunkard, her ‘massive knockers’ and ‘round ass’—but she always figured everyone was just flattering her. Clairabelle knew for a fact that she wasn’t anything special, and her looks were no exception to that rule.
Sister Beatrice, meanwhile, was on the older side for a priestess. Her dark skin was wrinkled, her once-black hair was now mostly grey, and she had the mannerisms of a stern grandmother… though she did look positively jovial when compared to her assistant.
Gabrielle was just as old as Beatrice was, and her body and face were all angles. Light skinned with curly black hair, Gabrielle acted as Sister Beatrice’s shadow, going wherever she went, and silently standing by her side, always ready to bring her a document she wanted to consult, to send a message on her behalf, or to complete any similar task. As far as Sister Clairabelle was concerned, having someone whose only job was to help you in any way they could seemed like an amazing perk of reaching the rank of priestess…
…And now, here Sister Clairabelle was, a full week after her ordination, and ready to finally get assigned an assistant of her own! What would they be like? Would they get along? Clairabelle wasn’t sure she had it in her to boss anyone around, but if this assistant was as loyal and dutiful as everyone else’s, then she knew she wouldn’t have to. From this day forward, her new assistant would make sure she woke up on time, remind her of any rituals she forgot, aide her in her religious duties, keep her on track if-
“…Sister Clairabelle. Do you intend to keep standing there, or…?”
“A- Ah! Right, sorry.” Clairabelle hurried to take a seat, then began to glance around the room. “So… Um. Where are they? M- My assistant, I mean…”
“Well, since you were running late…” Sister Beatrice began to rifle through a few documents on her desk. “…She decided to go looking for you. I gave her directions to your room; I assume she will return as soon as she realizes you’re not there.”
“Sh- She…?” For a moment, Sister Clairabelle was distracted by the choice of pronouns—her assistant was a woman! Not that she would’ve minded any other gender, but it was just nice to finally know something about her—but then the rest of what Sister Beatrice had said began to sink in. “W- Wait. She’s in my room?”
“Yes, she is.” Sister Beatrice’s eyes flicked upwards. “That’s not a problem, is it?”
“Uhhhhhh… N- Nooooooooo… Not a problem at all…” Clairabelle began to fidget as she realized what her assistant would see upon entering her chamber. Thanks to her morning rush, Clairabelle’s nightgown was probably still laying on the floor; her dresser was likely a disaster zone; her bed was almost certainly unmade… and worst of all…
…Clairabelle hadn’t had a chance to clean her sheets, which meant that, if this woman inspected them closely, she would almost certainly find proof of the priestess’ nightly activities…
…But hey! On the other hand, her new assistant had no reason to check her bed, so it was unlikely that she’d find any incriminating stains. And even if she did, maybe Clairabelle could claim it was just sweat, or a drink she had foolishly brought into bed, or worst case, she could ‘admit’ that she had had a wet dream. She couldn’t be reprimanded for a nighttime fantasy whipped up by her subconscious mind, right? This new assistant would have absolutely no reason to conclude that Clairabelle had spent almost a full hour the night before stroking her own-
“Excuse me, but the priestess is not in her room, so I… Ah, hello there.”
Sister Clairabelle jumped as she suddenly heard a voice from the doorway, and she scrambled to her feet before turning to stare at this newcomer. The woman looked to be only slightly older than Clairabelle herself—so maybe in her mid-twenties—had tanned skin, short, light-brown hair, and stood at five-foot-one, or maybe a little less…
…And Sister Clairabelle’s heart skipped a beat as she took in her adorably round face, her beautiful eyes, and her friendly smile. Though she would never openly admit it, Clairabelle had always found herself more attracted to smaller women, but this one in particular…
Anibari above… She was just so gorgeous…
“You must be Sister Clairabelle, then.” The woman stepped forwards, and turned her head upwards to meet the gaze of the blushing priestess. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here waiting for you when you arrived. My name is Maya, and I’m told I will have the honor of serving as your assistant.”
“M- My… You…?” Sister Clairabelle stammered as the reality of the situation began to sink in. This girl was so cute, she was so polite, she was so… Clairabelle didn’t even have the words, and she began to twiddle with her own hair as she sent a silent prayer to Anibari as thanks for blessing her with such a perfect assistant. “R- R- Right. My assistant. I- It’s nice to meet you, Acolyte Maya.”
“Actually, she’s not an acolyte.”
“…What?” Clairabelle blinked, then turned back towards Sister Beatrice, who had finally returned her papers to her desk.
“We didn’t want to tell you before just in case something went wrong… But Maya is an adventurer—a mage, specifically—not an acolyte.”
“A… mage…?” Clairabelle glanced down at the smiling woman, then back at the head priestess. “B- But, if she’s not an acolyte, then why…?”
“We did your augury a few weeks ago,” Sister Beatrice continued, “but the results were… confusing. The word ‘Maya’ was clear in our minds, yet no acolyte goes by that name, and none of us recognized the face from the vision we received. For a while, we were worried that we wouldn’t be able to find the person Anibari had chosen to be your assistant…
“…But then a week ago, this young woman appeared at a temple in Farhollow, claiming to have received a vision of her own, that Anibari had told her to seek out Sister Clairabelle, and to serve her every need. We repeated the augury, and confirmed that this was the woman Anibari had selected… So, here she is. Your new assistant: Maya.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” Maya gave a curtsy as Clairabelle turned back to her, and the priestess’ heart did another small flip. “I’m afraid there is much I do not know about Anibari and their followers, so I hope you will be patient with me. Please, use me however you see fit.”
“…U- Use you…? I, uh…” By this point, Clairabelle’s face was positively glowing red. This girl was just so gosh darn cute… More than that, she was practically angelic! It took several moments for the priestess to find her words. “U- Um, right. I uh, look forward to working with you, Maya.”
“Well then, now that you’ve both been introduced…” Sister Beatrice went back to scanning her other paperwork. “…You still have your regular duties to attend to. So, off you go.”
“R- Right! This way, Maya. I, uh, the morning prayer starts soon, so we should really get going!”
For the rest of the day, Maya followed Sister Clairabelle wherever she went, and the warm and fuzzy feelings that were building in the priestess’ heart only grew stronger as the hours passed. Like she had said, Maya knew basically nothing about Anibari’s teachings, so Clairabelle had to take the role of instructor as she explained how morning prayer, confessional, and other such religious duties worked…
…But the mage was also a quick learner, and she was already making Clairabelle’s life so much easier. Maya helped the priestess stay on schedule by reminding her of the time and redirecting her when she got lost. She calmly deescalated the situation when an angry farmer—apparently unaware that Anibari did not have domain over rain nor storms—confronted Clairabelle and demanded to know why her god had flooded his fields. She even used some levitation magic to assist with the priestess’ cleaning duties…
…And all the while, she was standing so close, talking so sweetly, and smiling so beautifully, that Clairabelle could hardly take it. Every moment they spent together, every word Maya spoke… it all seemed like a gift from Anibari themselves, and Clairabelle caught herself staring at the mage dreamily more often than she’d like to admit.
Still, despite this juvenile crush, the priestess did her best to focus on her duties; after all, there was no shortage of people who needed her help. Over the course of the day, Clairabelle comforted a grieving widow, offered guidance to a directionless youth, and used her holy magic to heal several workmen who had gotten caught in a landslide. On top of that, there were also many others who came to her for spiritual advice, not to mention the small prayer group she led, and confessionals she oversaw.
If Clairabelle was being honest, there were many aspects of priesthood that she wasn’t particularly fond of—the schedule was so strict, there were so many rules and regulations that she was supposed to follow, and her inability to travel sometimes left her feeling a little depressed—but helping people… That always felt good. Clairabelle often worried that she wasn’t the best at her job, but the knowledge that she was making people’s days better, as well as the looks of gratitude on others’ faces, never failed to make everything worth it.
“My, my, what a busy day…” Hours later, long after the sun had set, Maya let out a sigh as she walked through the temple halls by Clairabelle’s side. “Was that the last of your duties, Sister?”
“Y- Yes, that’s it.” Clairabelle replied, her hand once again twirling through her hair as she glanced down at the shorter girl. “U- Ummm… I really do appreciate all the help, by the way. And I, uh… I hope this wasn’t too much for your first day…”
“Not at all.” Maya smiled. “…But before I retire for the night, there was one thing I wanted to speak with you about. In private, if possible.”
“O- Oh…!” Sister Clairabelle blushed as her overly-imaginative mind began to jump to conclusions, but she shot those thoughts down as quickly as she could. Those in the priesthood were strictly barred from romantic relationships, after all… And besides, Clairabelle knew that she was nothing special. There was just no way that anyone could ever feel that way about her, especially someone as gorgeous as Maya. “…Um, I guess we can talk in my room for a bit. I have a few chairs…”
“Yes, that would be perfect.” For a moment, Maya’s friendly smile almost looked like a smirk… but then Clairabelle blinked, and her assistant’s face was back to normal. She must have imagined it. “Please, lead the way.”
A few minutes later, Sister Clairabelle’s heart was positively pounding in her chest as she opened the door to her room, and led her assistant inside. Frankly, the place was still a mess—with drawers hanging open, clothes on the floor, and bed unmade—but if Maya was bothered, she didn’t say anything.
“S- So, uhhh…” Clairabelle lit a small lamp, took a seat at her desk, then motioned to the armchair in the corner. It was more comfortable; Maya would prefer it. “…What did you want to talk about?”
“…Can I see your hands, Sister?”
“…Eh?”
“Your hands.” Maya smiled, then took a few steps forwards, coming to a stop barely a foot in front of the sitting priestess. “May I see them?”
“I… Uh… Wh… Um…” Maya was now leaning forwards slightly, and Clairabelle’s cheeks began to burn as she realized just how close their faces were. “Uh, o- ok…?”
Sister Clairabelle slowly raised her hands upwards, and the next things she knew, Maya was gently cradling them in her own. They were holding hands. They were… HOLDING HANDS?!? The room began to spin as Clairabelle stared down at this new point of contact. Maya’s fingers felt so soft against her own, and the woman’s thumbs were resting so calmly in Clairabelle’s palms…
“Tell me, Sister… Why did you choose to become a priestess?”
“H- Huh…?” Given the slew of emotions that were now surging through her brain, it took a moment for Clairabelle to register her assistant’s question. “O- Oh, well, I mean… I didn’t really choose anything…”
“…You didn’t?” Maya’s grasp tightened slightly, but it was a supportive grip, rather than a hurtful one.
“N- No. Or, that is to say…” Clairabelle gulped, then took a moment to steady her breath. She was probably reading WAY too much into this. Maya was just trying to get to know her new boss a little better. That was all that was happening here. The mage was just asking a perfectly innocent question. Nothing more, nothing less.
“…A- Anibari…” Clairabelle started slow, choosing her words carefully. “…They are the god of in-betweens, of transitions, of people and things that live in the space between strict categories. They have dominion over dawn and dusk, over the shoreline, over important life changes… and over everyone who doesn’t fit cleanly into ‘male’ or ‘female.’ I was born, um, different, and my parents decided it would be better if I was raised in the temple, s- since my natural connection to Anibari would help me channel their divine magic. S- So… I’ve just always lived here. Always trained to become a priestess…”
Clairabelle’s voice trailed off, and her eyes drifted to the side. She didn’t begrudge her parents for sending her here—after all, they had given her up mere days after she was born; she had no memories of them—but she still felt oddly sad whenever she told her own story. But still, the temple was all her life was, all her life had been, all her life would ever be…
…And at the end of the day, Clairabelle just had to try her best to be happy with that.
“…Hmmmm.” Maya paused as she stared into Clairabelle’s eyes, though the priestess did her best to avoid her rather intense gaze. A few minutes passed in silence, and when Maya finally spoke up again, her question was an odd one.
“I’m… sorry to hear that, Sister. But it does make me curious; is there anything that you’re not allowed to do, as a priestess?”
“…H- Huh?” Clairabelle blinked at the sudden change of subject, and her cheeks flashed red as she realized that Maya had leaned forwards again, and her beautiful face was now mere inches away from her own.
“I do apologize if I’m being presumptuous…” Maya’s voice came out low, and smooth as honey. “The Temple of Anibari is still new to me, but I have known a few priests and priestesses of other gods in my time. I assume you’re not allowed to leave, not allowed to work other jobs… Not allowed to form bonds with others… Not allowed to touch yourself, perhaps…”
“T- T- Touch my-?” Clairabelle’s voice caught, and her gaze snapped to her bed. She had forgotten that Maya had been in here earlier, and that her sheets were still marked with certain stains. “I- I- I don’t know what you’re-”
“How often do you do it, Sister?”
“I- I- Wh- What…?” The priestess’s eyes went wide as she brought them back forwards. The sweet and sympathetic look had vanished from her assistant’s face, and had now been replaced by an almost predatory grin.
“You heard me.” Maya took a moment to enjoy Clairabelle’s rising panic as her own smile widened. “I took the liberty of inspecting your room earlier. Your desk, your dresser… your bed. So tell me: How. Often. Do. You. Do. It.”
“I- W- Well- Um-” Clairabelle’s voice quaked as dozens of thoughts clashed in her head. Members of the priesthood were never supposed to seek out the pleasures of the body, and it was possible that Maya would tell on her… but even if that hadn’t been the case, Clairabelle had absolutely no desire to admit to her masturbation habits. “O- Oh, I just um, I guess I occasionally… M- Maybe once a month or le- Ah!”
Suddenly, an odd tingling spread through Clairabelle’s fingers, and she glanced down to see her own hands were now glowing red in Maya’s grip. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it certainly startled her out of her train of thought… Especially as she noticed the way the light was reflecting off of Maya’s downturned face.
“My, my… An honorable priestess like you, lying?” Maya’s gaze flicked back upwards, and Clairabelle couldn’t miss the cruel amusement that was now playing in her eyes. “It’s a simple question, Sister. I would hope that you would be so kind as to tell me the truth…”
“U- Uh… I, well…” After only a few moments, the tingling sensation faded away, but even so, Clairabelle began to sweat. Was this some sort of… magical lie detection? The priestess knew nothing about mages, so it was certainly possible that Maya would know a spell like that. “O- Ok… S- So maybe I do it a little more than that. L- Like once every few wee- hnnggg~”
Once again, the tingling started in her fingers, but this time it spread through her arms, making its way into her torso. Clairabelle’s whole body shivered as the glow passed through her breasts, and even after it faded, she was left panting as indescribable, but strangely pleasant, sensations washed over her.
“Come now, Sister…” Clairabelle began to subconsciously retract her hands, but Maya simply squeezed them tighter, preventing her escape. “…I’m more than happy to ask you as many times as it takes. I already know that you lie in your bed, thinking indecent thoughts, and letting your hands explore your own body… All I’m asking is how often. Is it once a week, perhaps? Every other day? Or maybe…”
“E- E- Every night. A- Almost without fail…” Clairabelle had absolutely no way to describe the sensations that were now pulsing through her brain. The tingling—whatever it was—was now gone, but as she met Maya’s piercing gaze, she felt compelled to tell the actual truth. “I- I know I shouldn’t, b- but it just feels so good, and I… I can’t help myself…”
“Hmhm… Good girl~” Clairabelle’s heart skipped a beat as Maya’s voice swam in her ear. “Thank you for being so honest. But now that that’s all cleared up, I just have one more question for you…”
Maya moved even closer to the panting priestess, so their faces were almost touching. “…Ever since this morning, you’ve been looking at me in a… certain way. Your cheeks turn red whenever we speak; you get so adorably flustered whenever I stand too close; and whenever you think I’m not looking, you’ve been staring at me, unable to tear your eyes away…
“So tell me, Sister: What is it about me that’s been holding your attention? What thoughts run through your head whenever you look my way? What is it, exactly, that my mere presence makes you feel…?”
“I- I- You- W- Wait- This isn’t…!” By this point, Maya was practically sitting in the priestess’ lap, and Clairabelle’s brain started to melt down. Unable to give an answer, Sister Clairabelle instead yanked her hands backwards, so they were finally free of her assistant’s grasp, but before she could do anything else…
…Maya had closed the gap between their faces, and Clairabelle’s mind short circuited as the beautiful girl’s lips met her own. Time stood still as Maya’s tongue found its way into her mouth, as Maya’s arms draped themselves around her shoulders, as Maya’s hips came to rest on her own… Everything about this was so, so wrong, but it was wrong in the best possible way, and soon enough Clairabelle was hesitantly returning the kiss as the rational part of her brain surrendered to her baser instincts.
“Mmmmm… You really are such a good girl… Thank you for the meal~♪” Several eternities later, Maya finally drew her head back, and paused to admire the beet red, panting face of her completely overwhelmed partner. “…Now then, as your assistant, I think it’s important that I help you… grow, as a person. And since you are so incapable of keeping your hands off of your own body… Hmhm. I’d say that’s as good a place to any to start~”
“…H- Haaa… Haaaaa…” Given her current state, Clairabelle couldn’t even begin to form a response, and her thoughts only grew more chaotic as Maya’s fingers found their way to the back of the priestess’ robes, and began to undo the straps.
“Don’t worry, Sister. I’ll have you all unwrapped in no time~ Just need to loosen this… undo that… pull this here… and then…”
The next thing Clairabelle knew, Maya was freeing her arms from her sleeves, and pulling her undergarment up over her head. The priestess was still sitting, so her assistant couldn’t manage to fully undress her, but suddenly, here she was, torso completely bare, and more importantly, breasts completely exposed to Maya’s ravenous gaze…
“…My, my… I figured you were big, but this…” Maya brought her hands around to gently cup Clairabelle’s boobs, then let her thumbs slide lovingly back and forth across her nipples. “It’s a shame your robes hide these treasures away from the world… Though I suppose I should be grateful that you saved them just for me~♪”
Clairabelle could only moan weakly in response; given everything else that was happening, the feel of Maya rubbing at her tits was already more than enough to send her absolutely loopy. There was undeniably some care in the smaller girl’s movements and face, but it was joined by an almost cruel hunger, and Clairabelle only grew more excited the longer she took it all in.
“Hmhmhm… What a beautiful voice you have, Sister. This is going to be fun~” Clairabelle let out a gasp of pleasure as Maya adjusted her position, and began to toy with her breasts in earnest. The short woman was clearly very experienced in this sort of thing, and every tug, every rub, every pinch seemed perfectly calculated to maximize the priestess’ bliss.
Sister Clairabelle went lightheaded as this novel game continued; she had touched herself countless times before, but to be touched by another was so…! Clairabelle felt like she was swimming in a sea of pleasure, far more heavenly than anything she had ever experienced before. And so she simply sat there, arms limp, and voice moaning out in bliss as her ecstasy grew, and grew, and grew, and grew…
“I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself, Sister… But we’re only getting started~” By the time Maya pulled her hands back and rose to her feet, Sister Clairabelle was an absolute mess. The tall woman’s chest was heaving up and down, her skin was covered in sweat, her glasses were askew, and her expression was dazed and unfocused. That had all felt so wonderfully, unbelievably good, and Clairabelle could do nothing but follow along as Maya took her by the hand, pulled her upright, and began to strip away what remained of her clothes.
First, the shorter girl reached upwards, gently removed Clairabelle’s glasses, and placed them on her desk. After that, she tenderly brought her hands to the priestess’ half-undone robe, and pulled at its fastenings until the entire garment fell to the ground. Then, she began to walk forwards, gently pushing Clairabelle across the room until the priestess flopped backwards onto her bed. And then…
“My, my… Now isn’t this just the most beautiful sight…” Sister Clairabelle lost the ability to breath as she lay there, naked save for the short undergarment that was still concealing her waist, and staring up at Maya’s bewitching smile. The woman was more than a foot shorter than her, but in this moment, she looked like a giant. Clairabelle was completely at her assistant’s mercy, and her mind positively raced with thrilling ideas about how Maya might use her next.
“So then, Sister Clairabelle…” Maya continued to grin as she leaned over her mesmerized toy, but to Clairabelle’s slight disappointment, she didn’t immediately resume playing with her. “Every single night, you lay here. Every single night, you let your thoughts drift. Every single night, your hands find their way to your most sensitive spots…”
Maya’s hand flowed to Clairabelle’s crotch, and her fingers began to gingerly feel at the long, hard, fully-erect thing that was only barely concealed by the thin fabric of her underwear. “…Every single night, your moans fill this room. Every single night, you stain your sheets with your impure seed. Every single night… Including this one.”
Suddenly, Maya pulled her hand back, then shifted her body until she was lying on her side, staring at the taller woman with a piercing desire in her eyes… And once it became apparent that Clairabelle had absolutely no idea what she was implying, Maya moved her lips right up next to the priestess’ ears, and made her demands clear.
“…Show me. Show me what you look like when you give in to your most perverse needs. Show me the sounds you make while you pleasure yourself. Show me what an indecent girl you truly are. Show me… now.”
Maya whispered the word quietly, barely loud enough to hear… But still, it resounded through Clairabelle’s lust-addled brain like a gong, and the next thing the priestess knew, she was pulling off the last of her own clothes, and her trembling hand found its way to her cock, before starting to stroke.
“Hmhm, well, aren’t you excited?” Maya grinned as she stared down at Clairabelle’s dick—it was surprisingly large, and had plenty of girth—but she made no moves to interfere in the priestess’ self-pleasure. For her part, Clairabelle’s mind was surging with wonderful, yet unnamable, emotions. Masturbating was always fun, of course… but this? The feel of Maya’s eyes on her body, the fact that she was right next to her, and the knowledge that she was so obviously enjoying the show…
…In this moment, Sister Clairabelle wanted nothing more than to please Maya, to put on the best performance she could, and to satisfy Maya’s desires. Maya had asked her—no, commanded her—to touch herself, and so she went about this perverted task with as much vigor as she could muster. All her life, Clairabelle had been told that it was wrong to feel sexual desire; that it was wrong to seek out this sort of pleasure; that it was wrong to give her body what it so desperately needed… but now…
“You’re such a good girl, Sister… Don’t hold back on my account~♪” …Now Maya was here, watching her in the act, praising her for it… The shorter woman even reached her hand upwards, and began to gently pet Clairabelle’s hair as she lay there, moaning out in bliss. Everything about this was positively heavenly, and the priestess was soon lost to her own ecstasy as her pleasure rose higher, and higher, and higher, until finally…
…Until… finally…?
Sister Clairabelle’s whole body tensed as the wonderful sensations roiling within her reached their peak… but then they plateaued, leaving her trapped on the edge of an orgasm that simply refused to arrive. The priestess gasped for breath as she lay there, stroking herself off as fast as she could, and yet no release came, and no climax was reached. Clairabelle’s body was stuck in the moment before ejaculation; her mind was besieged by pure ecstasy, unlike anything she had ever felt before…
“Oh, dear… What’s the matter, Sister? Is something wrong?” …And all the while, Maya simply lay beside her, now smiling ear-to-ear as she took in Clairabelle’s blissed-out, but increasingly confused, expression. “Go on, now. You can finish whenever you want. I won’t judge~”
“I- I- HAAAAAAAA~~~~” Sister Clairabelle tried her best to respond, but she was swimming in an endless ocean of pleasure, and her head was starting to go under. Something was wrong… Something was very, very wrong, but she couldn’t think clearly enough to figure out what it was, and just as her hand went limp, falling uselessly to her side…
“…Now, now, Sister… I’m not letting you off that easy…” ...Maya’s own hand took its place, and the beautiful girl’s fingers resumed the work that Clairabelle’s had started. The priestess’ moans grew louder as her assistant once again proved her incomparable skill, and her whole body began to spasm as her bliss shot to previously unimaginable heights. Maya was still fully clothed, but the feel of her body on top of hers—and especially of her motions at her dick—was better than anything Clairabelle could have ever dreamed, and soon enough she was back on the edge of what was sure to be an absolutely euphoric orgasm…
…But again, the finale didn’t come. Again, Clairabelle’s body pulsed with bliss, but found no release. Again, she was reduced to a writhing, panting, mess as her ecstasy stayed constant, then somehow grew stronger still…
“Haaaaaah… I must say: you’re simply too adorable, Sister…” By this point, Clairabelle’s mind was positively drowning in pleasure, but Maya was determined to drag her farther beneath the waves. “…Now let’s see just how much you can take, shall we?”
Sister Clairabelle could only barely hear the seductress’ words, but her own moans grew louder as Maya’s mouth found its way to one of her breasts. The mage was just as skilled with her lips as she was with her hands, and this added stimulation caused a new wave of ecstasy to crash through Clairabelle’s veins. Every movement of Maya’s fingers, every motion of her tongue… It all combined into an impossibly incredible experience, and just when she thought things couldn’t possibly get any better…
“…ood, obedient girl… …u’re ready for… …reward…” …Maya’s voice once again rang in her ears, and though it took everything Sister Clairabelle had to even begin to process her tormentor’s words, her eyes still went wide as Maya got up from the bed and began to remove her own clothes. Even in her haze, Clairabelle just couldn’t look away from Maya’s lithe body, from her smooth hips, from her small breasts…
…But as Maya climbed back onto to bed, as she positioned herself directly on top of Clairabelle’s body, as she lined her sex up perfectly with the priestess’ still pulsing cock… All Clairabelle could really see was Maya’s smile, and the way she was leering down at her, like a hungry hyena ready to finally devour her prey…
“H- H- HAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Clairabelle let out a yell of pure euphoria as Maya finally dropped her hips downwards, and buried the full length of the priestess’ dick inside her waiting sex. Soon enough, the lustful mage was quietly moaning as she bounced up and down, savoring every inch of Clairabelle’s massive cock… though her voice was completely drowned out by her partner’s uncontrolled screams.
Sister Clairabelle had already endured so much at Maya’s hands… but this? She couldn’t even begin to describe the eruption of pleasure that was surging through her. The mage’s pussy was so warm, she was moving with so much skill and passion, and most importantly, she was so obviously enjoying it too… Clairabelle’s body convulsed as she lay on the bed, completely helpless against her own euphoria, but for better or for worse, Maya soon made it clear that she was still fully in control.
“…ard to ride you when you’re moving this muc… …t worry, I have just the thing t…”
Clairabelle was too far gone to process anything that her partner was saying, and her ecstasy was only barely tempered as Maya switched to simply grinding her hips back and forth with the priestess’ dick still inside her pussy. Now that her body was more calmed, the mage raised a hand off to the side, and an odd, burlap sack (that she had apparently planted in the corner of the room earlier that day) flew into her outstretched fingers.
“…ster. I think you’re really going to enjoy thi…” Clairabelle’s chest heaved as she stared up at Maya, who was now somehow shoulder-deep in the purse-sized bag as she searched for something... And as soon as she finally found what she was looking for…
“…Bind!” The priestess let out a gasp as four lengths of rope suddenly lunged at her under their own power, and began to wrap themselves around her wrists and ankles. The next thing Clairabelle knew, her body was just as helpless as her mind was, as the ropes secured her limbs to the corners of her bed, and left her spread out in a giant X. Her last remaining scraps of rationality knew that she should be terrified right now, that she should try to escape, that she should scream out for help…
…But that small spark of logic was completely outvoted by her rising lust. Before this moment, the priestess had been figuratively powerless against Maya’s will… But now she was quite literally bound. The mage could do whatever she wanted to her, and Clairabelle would be completely helpless to resist…
That thought—that wonderful, thrilling, euphoric thought—left Clairabelle even more deliriously aroused than she had been before, and as soon as Maya resumed her movements on her dick, the priestess fell into a bottomless chasm of pure, submissive joy. Time lost all meaning as she lay there, little more than an inanimate fuck toy, who only existed to satisfy her owner. She watched with rising bliss as Maya reached her first climax, her body pulsing so beautifully as pleasure surged through her veins, then continued to ride her, clearly nowhere near done with this incredible new game. And as the hours continued to pass, as Maya’s bliss peaked again, and again, and again… Clairabelle still didn’t reach even a single orgasm of her own, and she melted into the mattress beneath her as she was buried under a continent of pleasure, with no end in sight…
“…H- Haaaa… Haaaaa… Haaaaaaa… W- Well, then…” Eons later, Maya finally collapsed from exhaustion, and lay on top of Clairabelle’s body, grinning as she realized just how thoroughly she had broken her. “…I’d say that was a wonderful evening, wouldn’t you?”
Clairabelle couldn’t even begin to form a response, but Maya didn’t seem to mind as she rolled to her side, and began to gently stroke the priestess’ still-erect cock with her hand. “…I’m so glad you agree, Sister… And the best part is, it was only the first of many to come. I’m sure I have a lot more work to do if I’m to properly train you, but I suppose I should get some rest for now. Oh, but don’t worry…
“…I cast a silence spell on this room the moment I walked in. No one heard your screams, no one will know what we did together. Though if I’m going to get some sleep, I should probably make sure your moans don’t keep me awake…”
Her… moans…? They were done playing, weren’t they…? Clairabelle was just now starting to return to her senses, but long before she could form words, Maya had descended on her, and tenderly covered her mouth with a cloth gag.
“…There we go. I do hope you’re comfortable, Sister… But come to think of it, one probably won’t be enough, will it? Let me just…” Maya reached back into her bag, and soon enough she was wrapping a second cloth gag around the priestess’ head, then a third, larger this time, so that it also partially covered her nose. “…There, perfect. Now you’ll be nice and quiet while I get my beauty rest. As for you, however…
“…This should be more than enough to keep you occupied~”
Maya’s grin widened as she casually flicked her wrist, and Clairabelle’s whole body tensed as a new sensation slammed into her. It was the tingling again, but this time, it was entirely focused around her cock, and she gasped into her gag as her pleasure started to rise once again…
“Hmhmhm… You really are adorable, you know that? Goodnight, Sister… I hope you’re looking forward to our morning games as much as I am~♪”
And with that devilish promise, Maya lay down by the spasming priestess’ side, wrapped her sweaty body in a loose hug, and closed her eyes… All while her spell continued to work Clairabelle’s cock, leaving her nothing more than a lustful ragdoll, twitching against her restraints, and still unable to reach any sort of finale. Before too long, Maya had fallen into a peaceful slumber as she held her prisoner like a giant teddy bear, and listened to the beautiful sounds of her muffled moans… And as for Clairabelle…
“Mmmph… MMph! Mmmm… Mmm~”
Sister Clairabelle’s mind went blank as she lay in her bindings, still assailed by consistent pleasure thanks to her tormentor’s spell. The priestess had absolutely no idea how much time had passed since she had first led Maya into her room, but regardless, she was now well past her limit, absolutely exhausted, and completely overstimulated…
…And yet…
As Clairabelle’s cock twitched against the spell’s vibrations, as she felt Maya’s body against her own, as she heard the beautiful but domineering girl’s peaceful snores, the priestess’ bliss simply refused to fade. Everything about this was so wrong. Everything about this was so right. She had been captured, tormented, used. She had been pleasured, served, cared for. Clairabelle needed to break free of these ropes, to disrupt the spell on her cock, to finally get some sleep. Clairabelle needed to stay right where she was, to keep feeling these incredible feelings, to see what other novel pleasures Maya would bring her next…
Long story short, Clairabelle had absolutely no idea what she wanted, but as she once again felt a surge of pleasure, reached the absolute edge of an orgasm, and yet found no release…
…The euphoric priestess knew for a fact that she was in for a very long night.