“Your eyes are different colours,” I said quietly. “That's amazing.”

The priestess smiled at me and the sight instantly enthralled me. Her eyes were like deep pools of ruby coloured wine and golden sunlight, they glistened with an inner, mirthful light. The strands of her hair that freed itself from the head wrap hung between her eyes like the dividing line of soot and flames sweeping across the canvas of her perfect face. Her hair was also two toned, mostly black with trailing lines of orange, like flames dancing amidst smoke. The rather modest outfit did little to dissuade my eyes from seeing the lovely curves of the priestess, and I had to mentally kick myself not to stare.

“Has the blessing of the lord’s light caught your interest?” the priestess asked. She held out a hand and a warm orb of fire and light appeared, dancing between her fingers before winking out of existence. “I promise I can do more than parlour tricks. Now please take a seat and tell me your names. I’m Sister Astunea.”

Bazz and I sat down near the priestess and we introduced ourselves. I took out my family’s sword and held it out to her, and the priestess cautiously took the blade. As she inspected it I heard her hum in a low singing voice. Wisps of smoke came out of her mouth and wrapped around the blade, making the blade glow slightly. Under the headwrap I saw two fluffy triangles break out, flopping freely on her head. She also had a long bushy tail that twitched behind her. They had matching fur patterns to her hair, mostly black with orange coloured tips to highlight them. It was then I figured out what she was, a fox woman.

I decided to hold some of my cards to my chest, if she knew I had been carrying a devil sword around for years I could end up in a clerical ‘cleansing tower’ similar to what Raven was stuck in.

“I sometimes get weird dreams or feelings, and last night I think I saw something with horns. It could be because of some of the adventures I’ve been on,” I said, leaning back in my seat. I tried my hardest to appear relaxed.

“I’ll need a few more moments to get a sense of the magical lines underlying the sword. Some are so weak I’m amazed it's still enchanted,” Sister Astunea said, placing it onto the desk. “There is food by the fire, please get something to eat.”

I looked at the tea table by the couch, I remembered it was empty when we had entered but now it was full. Hot stew, fresh bread, fruit and sweet cakes dotted the surface of the table, and there was even freshly brewed tea filling the air with its aroma. Bazz gladly took her up on the offer and I joined him on the couch.

“How did she…” I mumbled, and checked my ears were clean. “Only a masterful rogue could sneak by me.”

“See that cube by the fireplace?” Bazz asked, pointing it out. “It’s enchanted by the clerics so a few times per day they can summon food from the divine. It’s not as filling as real food, but it's certainly tasty!”

“Does it vanish from my stomach when the spell times out?” I asked skeptically.

“Hmm?” Bazz mumbled around a mouthful of sweetcakes and strawberries. “It transfers the spell mana into sustenance within us. Don’t worry it's safe to eat, just don’t eat it every day.”

I was starting to trust Bazz, he seemed to know about this stuff, and the way he dug into the food without fear inspired me to try the food. I tried a cheesecake topped with cherries and the overly sweet treat made my body shake from the pure injection of sugar.

“Oh my,” Sister Astunea said, and I saw sparks fly off my sword. “There’s a strange barrier keeping my magic at bay. I think the sword has been imprinted on you.”

Sister Astunea joined us and sat beside me on the couch. She was within touching distance and I could smell the sweet fragrance of fruit on her mixing with a more spicy smell. It was a strange mix, but the sweet intermingling with the hot scent in my nose made my heart skip a beat, wanting to inhale it more.

“I-impritied?” I asked, coughing and trying to act like I hadn’t been smelling the gorgeous priestess like she was a rare flower.

“Some adventurers find old weapons, armour pieces or trinkets in old dungeons. After holding onto them for a while they get tethered to the wielder. I do detect a fiendish influence, but also a more natural one. Wood spirits, the breeze and the smell of leaves. It has me quite stumped,” Sister Astunea said, giddy with excitement.

The priestess placed the blade onto the tea table, amidst the food. She looked ecstatic, like I had just dumped a strange puzzle on her and she was working out all the pieces. Sister Astunea bit into a fresh peach and ate with a great degree of care to not spill onto her outfit.

“So what can we do?” I asked around a mouthful of buttered bread.

“We can try to make a connection and then dispel the influences. I’m sorry to say your sword will end up nearly devoid of all magic,” Sister Astunea said sorrowfully.

I felt my heart strings get pulled. That nature influence she talked about could be a connection to my ancestor, my family and home. However if it meant Raven was gone and no longer influencing my thoughts I was more than happy to try.

“Let’s give it a go, what’s the worst that can happen?” I laughed.

The priestess placed the blade onto her lap and had me sit beside her and face her. She slid the sword over to rest on my thigh bridging the gap. She held out a gloved hand and I gingerly took it, feeling heat flush into my hand. Sister Astunea was hot to the touch, not enough to hurt, but a nice heat I could curl up in.

Sister Astunea breathed deeply, held a hand to her chest and let it out slowly. “Now all we have to do is-”

Bright red and pink sparks flew off the sword. Before I could let out a cry of alarm the sword shook violently and sent out a shockwave that knocked us away onto the ground. The tea table was sent flying into the wall, barely missing Bazz whose shirt was now covered in food stuff. I groaned and sat up to survey the damage. The couch was upturned, Sister Astunea was on the ground prone and my sword was glowing bright pink beside her.

“That was my fault, don’t worry,” Sister Astunea said, rising to her feet and grabbing my sword. “Let’s try again, I’ll be more careful.”

Bazz and I put the couch back and I sat beside Sister Astunea again. Bazz moved one of the chairs far away and sat down, just in case we had another explosion. As Sister Astunea reached out I saw her gloves were gone. There was also another change with her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Just close your eyes, and breathe,” Sister Astunea said, huffing hotly towards me.

She seemed winded, and I worried she was overworking herself. I still wanted to try. I closed my eyes, but couldn’t help but take a peak. There was a drop of magic coursing through the air, and I saw Sister Astunea’s outfit starting to fall apart. Strips of cloth fell off her hips, showing off her thighs glistening with heat. She had on lacy thigh high socks that squeezed her legs, giving me a clear sense of her strong, but sizeable thighs. My gaze drifted up, and her skirt fell away revealing a tight thong.

Bazz hummed to himself and swayed in his chair as if he was hearing a tune I wasn’t. I looked at him to see a distant look on his face and I furrowed my brow. What was wrong with him?

I looked back to Sister Astunea and as if fulfilling some inner wish her top began to fall away. There was a snap of some fabric and her bra fell away, the only thing covering her breasts was the shawl now.

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“Uh, sister. Your outfit,” I whispered.

“Worry not, I was feeling a bit warm,” Sister Astunea whispered back, the scent of spice growing in intensity. “If you are feeling a bit hot under the collar you can shed some layers too.”

I blushed and looked down. Something else was glowing, and I looked to see that touching Sister’s Astunea’s pale belly was a glowing pink tattoo. It was a heart shape with four little flaring lines coming off it. The priestess’s fox tail wrapped around my leg and I instinctively reached out to touch the soft fur.

“Hmm…please Willow, pull my tail,” Sister Astunea said, her voice strained. “It…will help with the spell.”

I did so, sinking my hand into the soft black fur, feeling heat come off her orange highlights. I grabbed onto it tightly and tugged. Sister Astunea let out a moan and pushed the sword to the ground, instead turning around on the couch pushing her face into the couch. I tugged her tail again, getting another delightful moan out of the priestess.

Sister Astunea’s ass was in full view and I gave her a playful spank. I shook my head trying to figure what was coming over me, but my desires pushed aside my rational mind and I grabbed onto her hips. I felt heat flush into my face, my chest, and coursed down to my legs. I began humping her and the priestess pushed her rump back, her large cheeks shaking each time I hit my hips into her.

“I need it, please. Light lord, please help,” Sister Astunea panted, rolling around to face me.

Her breasts had gotten bigger and white drops formed at the tips of her nipples, running down to her bright pink raised areola. Her heart tattoo glowed brightly, and the priestess’s legs shook. I stripped off my shirt, my belt and put my face between the priestess’s tits. I ran my tongue along her soft supple teat, lapping at it. I planted a kiss onto her breast and sucked on her nipple feeling the warm creamy milk fill my mouth.

My hand danced down her belly, going between her legs and I rubbed my finger tip at her pussy’s lips. I gently spread her sex and the priestess let out a shrill moan, digging a hand into my thick hair. I lapped and sucked at her breast, drinking her milk which flushed me full of energy and made me hungry for more.

Her legs squeezed my hand and I prodded around her tight, hot entrance. It felt like I was rubbing up against a furnace. The priestess’s heart beat rose, and she whined with need. She gasped as I tugged on her nipple, sucking back harder, and I felt her shudder.

I heard someone drop their pants and I broke away from my treat to see Bazz had stripped down. His erect cock was at full attention, thick, white fluid beading at the head of his member. It wasn’t the biggest I have ever seen, but I could see Bazz was all too happy to use what he had. Behind Bazz my sword was surrounded by swirling colours and hovered above the ground, whatever we were doing, it had to be working.

I tore off Sister Astunea’s thong and spread her wet pussy, and wiggled my eyebrows to Bazz showing him his target. Bazz took the priestess’s legs and hooked them around his hips. He pushed his aroused cock into the priestess and she let out a cry of pure bliss.

“Yes, gods above, give it to me!” she demanded locking her legs behind Bazz, trapping him in with her superior strength.

Bazz fulfilled his role as the party's bard as the wet slapping of his hips impacted the priestess turning her lustful form into a drum for him to beat a constant rhythm. Bazz copied me, diving his face between her melon sized breasts. His tongue moved along her nipples, and he suckled onto her teats draining her of sweet milk.

Not wanting to be left out I stripped down too, dropping my green panties on top of my bag as potions rolled out of my pack. I straddled Sister Astunea’s and lowered myself down to her waiting mouth. The priestess waited no time to kiss at my legs, and swirl her tongue around the outskirts of my sex.

I felt a tight shock shake my body, a deep desire that wanted out, now. I moved up and down, grinding on Sister Astunea. The priestess followed my motion, lapping at my womanhood with a hot tongue that made me want more. I grabbed the back of the couch and thrust my hips down onto the foxy priestess wanting to see how deep her tongue could go.

“Fuck, it’s not enough,” I panted.

I looked down to see Bazz was in a flurry of thrusting his cock as deeply as he could bury into the priestess, her womb tattoo moving as her belly bulged from his cock. I saw Sister Astunea had her hand on Bazz’s side with a spell under way. It made the cat bard rut her harder until he slammed his cock into her and he let out a shuddering moan. Sister’s Astunea’s belly bulged more, and she let out a muffled cry into my leg as white fluid rushed out between her legs splashing onto the floor.

Sister Astunea kissed my sex with her hot tongue and freed her head. She looked at Bazz with her eyes full of deep lust. “Bazz, grab me that potion, we need to help Willow now.”

Bazz was an obedient boy, and pulled out his throbbing cock. White semen flowed freely from its tip, a pink coiling line surrounding his shaft. He grabbed one of the potions from Orinda the dragon’s dungeon. I sat on the couch with shaky knees. My hand drifted between my legs as I stroked myself, and my other hand grabbed my sensitive breasts, gently massaging them.

Bazz tossed the potion to Sister Astunea and she gulped it down. She pointed to the couch and Bazz sat down, his manhood pointing towards the ceiling. Sister Astunea mounted his cock, her belly a bit rounder than before as she flushed full of Bazz’s seed. She gleefully looked at me as the magical potion shifted the colours around her waist for a brief moment, and a girthy cock appeared above her sex.

She curled a finger and beckoned me closer. I got onto the couch and mounted the thick cock the fox priestess had on offer. My wet lips parted as the head of Sister Astunea’s magical member pushed against them. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized it was too large for me, but the priestess grabbed my shoulders and tugged me down.

I let out a sharp gasp, and rolled my head back as I let my body ride the wave of pleasure and enticing pain. I rose and fell, my tight pussy stretching to accommodate the foxy girthy cock slamming into me. It hurt, but in a wonderful way as I felt her hot shaft fill me, pushing deeply enough to make me cry with need.

I felt her grab my breasts and lick me. Our stack of hot bodies rose and fell together in rhythm, and with each fall I took more of Sister’s Astunea’s throbbing hot cock. I felt a shuddering shock as I bottomed out, the tip of her member touching my womb and I let out a cry.

“Gods, that’s good,” I panted, feeling my needy desires bubbling to the top, my stressed out body demanding satisfaction. “I feel…something…”

Sister Astunea grabbed my hips and forced me to rise and fall on her cock faster, harder and with greater need. Her thick engorged member threatened to break me, and as I fell onto her one last time a great force pushed into me. Hot fluid filled my body and I came too, my body releasing me from all the pent up sexual frustration. I felt a mixing sense of pleasure within my core, a tight pressure that built up swiftly, before being released.

Bazz also let out a moan, cumming inside the priestess again. He tugged on her tail and the fox woman let out a sigh of pure bliss, her eyes unfocused and her tongue rolling out of her mouth as milk flowed down her chest. It pooled onto our swollen bellies and we both lightly poked at them. The glowing pink tattoo on Sister Astunea’s skin vanished and all of a sudden our wits returned.

My sword clattered to the ground, the bright lights vanishing and the sword returned to its normal appearance. Except now it looked shinier, the black colouration having more depth and the air around it felt like it carried power.

“Willow…who’s inside me, and how am I inside you?” Sister Asuntea asked in a daze.

“Um, sex potion?” I mumbled, trying to pry myself off her. “Dear gods, your cock is huge and I’m stuck on it.”

There was some pulling, shoving and wet pops as we untangled our nude bodies. I felt a rush as the priestess's seed flowed out of me and my body returned to normal. I saw Sister Astunea’s girthy cock vanish in a flash of light and I pouted, wishing to try my limits once more.

“My belly feels so full,” Sister Astunea said, her hand rising to her mouth. She rubbed a hand around her enlarged belly. She looked around at the mess we made, our clothes in loose piles and her uniform in tatters. Her voice was upbeat and she smiled. “I think…I’m going to clean up. I don’t think I freed your blade of any influence so this session was free of charge. Thank you for your patronage.”

Sister Astunea looked happy and lost, with her gorgeous eyes staring at the wall behind me. She happily hummed as she continued to rub her belly, and when Bazz offered her a sheet to cover up the priestess jumped like she had seen a ghost.

I got the sense she was drunk, but on cum instead of ale or something. The odd behaviour of the priestess made me worry I might get affected too, so I backed up until I was within reach of Bazz. I pulled Bazz aside, slammed on our equipment, shoved what was on the ground into my bag, including my sword and we dipped as fast as we could.

“Willow, I’m covered in my own…” Bazz said, freezing before finishing his own sentence. “Let’s get back to the inn to clean up.”

Instead of taking the main hall I opened a window and jumped outside crashing into an alley behind the temple. Bazz followed suit, landing on his back and letting out a strangled cough. We managed to get our bearings then made our way back to Underside, taking back alleys and less travelled roads.

What the hell was that all about?