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Forget for a moment that one of the crewmates of Alessia’s mother, maybe even her friend, was asking Alessia something so indecent. Ignore, for a moment, that a woman protected mostly by the goodwill and favor of another in a foreign land was asking the daughter of that protector for sex. Let’s assume, just for the second, that this wasn’t vile.

Purity was not, it couldn’t!, be of lesser importance to Anilan priestess than it was for Alessia’s people. Not when they worshipped some of the same gods and had some of the same rites. Not when their punishments were so much more horrible for failure to live up to their Priestly garments. Alessia refused to believe that Sabina somehow misunderstood what was at stake in the matter.

Without her hymen, Alessia had little means to prove her purity before the priesthood.

She was about to say as much. She was about to call Sabina unreasonable and, if need be, turn around and forget about getting her help after all. The Purser of the Marin would have been fantastic to have at her side, but she wasn’t truly necessary. Not if she could get most of the crew on her side, after all.

She was about to throw Sabina’s offer back at her face when the knowing sneer on Sabina’s face stopped her.

“If I am going to be abandoning Parsimoni to be a member of the Marin, then I must not be thinking of being a priestess?” Alessia voiced the answer, the obvious answer, to whatever complain she could have given.

“Sharp!” Sabina raised her glass at her, “And correct. Well? If the Marin matters more to you, how about giving me that pesky virginity?”

“I promise it’ll feel real good, at the very least.”

“I…don’t think you can guarantee me a place on the ship,” Alessia settled on. Truthfully, if Sabina could? She…would do it, yes. She would allow her to take her that way.

But, as things stood?

“So, all things considered, I have to be able to become a Priestess-” and get out of her father’s house, if nothing else “-if I fail. Besides? If I can’t get on the ship at the end of the month?”

“Then I can surely prepare and make it next year.”

“Hmmm, you could just lose your virginity to me now and I’ll still back you next year,” Sabina opined, “So unless they are going to make you a Priestess this very year, why, it shouldn’t matter.”

Alessia stayed quiet at that.

“Oh,” Sabina’s blinked, “Well, gods’ tits.”

“If I fail this year I can just do that next year,” Alessia fought back a blush, “I don’t have to needlessly sacrifice that part of myself.”

“Hmmm,” Sabina tapped her chin as she looked Alessia sight to side, “Eh, fuck it, why not?”

“Really?” Alessia asked with high hopes.

“Yeah, I’ll speak for you next year, IF you fuck me then,” and, with that, Sabina turned away from her, “Go on your way, your holiness, I shall await our destined meeting.”

“That’s not-” Alessia palmed her face, “I would still join the crew THIS year.”

“Then you know what you have to do, Priestess,” Sabina showed teeth, “Let me pluck your ripe fruit.”

Besides checking for a hymen, there were ways for a Priest to know things about a person. They could just ask a god, for example.

While requesting or communicating with the divine for trivial matters was incredibly dangerous, the anointment of a priest or priestess was not considered trivial. In the end, however, the Elders would have to ask first, and the presence of her hymen would be enough to convince them not to ask further questions.

Which brought her to the last copper coin that she had in her hand.

Alessia took a deep breath and stared Sabina in the eye.

“I accept.”

As Sabina’s smile spread to the point that it almost spread her face, Alessia quickly raised her palm, “However, I have a caveat.”

“Oh, what is it?” Sabina leaned her head into her hand as she stretched.

“It has to be the virginity from my male genital,” Alessia swallowed.

Sabina looked lost for a second, “Pardon me, are you, by any chance, a very womanly-looking boy?”

“I have a vagina and am a woman,” Alessia this time lost her fight against blushing.

And then, deciding that she might as well not hold back anything on her last copper, she pulled up her skirt. She thrust her hand into the bindings protecting her dignity.

And fished out her futa cock.

Sabina’s jaw almost hit the floor as a foot-long flaccid dick swung in the air.

“The captain’s daughter is a hermaphrodite?” she whispered as Alessia only felt more self-conscious by the second.

“I know this isn’t as valued as a female virginity,” Alessia rushed through her explanation, “But I am still a virgin with it all the same.”

“I fuck you and give you my virginity in exchange for backing my bid to be in the Marin,” Alessia repeated Sabina’s terms, “That is what you said, yes? Then this is how I would pay it.”

Alessia got ready to be rejected on the grounds that Sabina wanted her more valuable female virginity, that this was an attempt at trying to dupe her.

But the accusation never came.

Sabina was staring at her dick.

“You really didn’t know I had a dick?” Alessia’s face was red by this point, the way she was being gawked at made her self-conscious.

“The Captain never mentioned-nobody ever mentioned it to me!” the Anilan defended herself, finally taking her eyes off Alessia’s futa-hood, but the damage was already done.

Alessia began to get hard.

“Do we have a deal?” Alessia grunted as her cock grew, blood bloating it to a foot and a half of length. Its width stretched to the point that it was as big as her bicep, and its glans, its mushroom head, was as huge as her closed fist.

“You want to fist fuck me with a dick,” Sabina flatly said as her eyes came down to her dick again.

“I don’t-” Alessia stuttered, “We don’t have to-this is what I have!”

“Do we have a deal or not?” Alessia sulked as she looked away.

“Hmmm, well, while your dick is scary-” Sabina got up reached out to Alessia and offered her hand.

With some hesitation, Alessia took it, only to be swung into the Anilan’s chair, “-you yourself are so adorable that I don’t think I have a choice!”

Sabina straddled Alessia’s lap as she dragged her skirts until they were just below her crotch. The woman with the eagle nose thrust her hands below said skirts and grabbed at her crotch. She walked above Alessia’s dick and slowly lowered herself until Alessia felt petals caressing her cock.

“Can I-can I grab you?” Alessia breathlessly said as the sensations coming out of her dick made her realize that, yes.

She was about to lose her virginity.

“I like to go at my own pace,” Sabina gave her an apologetic smile, “But if you like, you can play with these.”

The slaver pulled one of her hands from her crotch to grab at the hem of the front of her dress, right where her chest mounds were making it stretch. She pulled down upon it, and two huge titties all but fell into Alessia’s face.

Alessia gingerly pressed her fingers against them.

They were soft.

“Now stop interrupting me,” Sabina chided her as she swung her hips side to side, making Alessia’s glans circled around her vagina, “Your aunt has a virginity to take.”

“Um,” Alessia didn’t know what to say. Point in fact, she didn’t know if she even needed to say anything else. She had never done this! “Do IiiiiooooOH!”

The immoral woman lowered herself and made her pussy lips wrap around Alessia’s mushroom head. The spongey glans contracted as it was shoved into the black-haired woman’s pussy hole, the feeling of flesh part for Alessia making her moan.

That is, until a hand covered it.

“Not tooooooo loud,” Sabina grunted amid gritted teeth, “We don’t want people to talk.”

Yet, as high and secluded in this terrace as they were, would anyone really notice? Alessia shook her rebellious question and nodded.

“Good giiiiirl,” Sabina softly groaned as her body slid down Alessia’s cock.

This-this was the most pleasure Alessia had ever felt up until this point. This wet pressure ALL around her dick as her glans scraped the walls of this woman.

Every second of Sabina falling on Alessia’s meat sword made her want to scream her joy, and she did as the Anilan offered.

Alessia took one of her heavy breasts.

And thrust one of her nipples into her mouth.

“Yes, do that!” Sabina groaned as her pussy lips passed through the midpoint of Alessia’s shaft. The rubbery organ in Alessia’s mouth tasted of Sabina’s sweat and skin oils, but their texture? Their stretchy chewy texture?

“Hmmmm,” Alessia allowed herself to moan as she started overwhelming her senses with the tit. Sabina swallow her cock with her pussy and Alessia suckled on her evil tit!

And then she felt it.

Her glans hit a barrier.

“Oh, fuck!” Sabina moaned as she stopped. There was still a whole lot left of her shaft, but this was the end of the tunnel? Gods damn it!

“Oh, you don’t think this is enough?” Sabina chided Alessia as if she were being a child, “Well, dear, you are hung like a sea beast so it’s not my fault.”

“But how about I do THIS?” she began rising, pulling Alessia’s cock out and making her moan on Sabina’s tit once more. She rose until Alessia’s glans dragged at her insides until it almost popped out of her cunt.

And then she dropped, pushing Alessia’s cock tightly into the mouth of her womb.

“Yes!” Sabina did what she told Alessia not to, and moaned outloud.

For her part, Alessia just sucked on her titty that much harder as compensation.

Then the Anilan woman rose and slammed herself again into her, making Alessia stop; it was hard to nurse when you were also moaning.

And then Sabina sped up.

Apparently having gauged the distance, the woman started to come up and down Alessia’s dick. The 19 year old could feel her dick rearranging the 29 year old’s insides as they fucked, yet the Anilan only gained more and more confidence!

“I was planning on, ooooh, ripping your hymen with my fingers!” Sabina moaned, “But, gods damn it, this is good too!”

“Now-” Sabina eagerly hissed, “Now, little girl, I need you to CUM.”

Alessia didn’t much appreciate being told what to do, if she was going to be honest. She had enough of that with her father.

But at that moment she didn’t have much choice.

Alessia obeyed.

“I-I am cumming!” she let the tit in her mouth slide out as her huge testicles clenched and she placed her dick against Sabina’s cervix. Her urethra bloated wit her female sperm, and Alessia filled the Purser of her mom!

“Yes!” Sabina shuttered with Alessia as they both came, hot jizz filling the latter up until Alessia felt it ooze out into her lap, “Yes, fuck!”

One burst turned into two, and two into many. Her child-making essence flowed forth and stained both of their hips and crotches.

Alessia found that Sabina liked to hug when she came. Indeed, her head was held into the valley of Sabina’s huge mounds as Alessia emptied herself inside of her.

How long they sat there as the would-be-priestess seeded the woman, Alessia did not know.

But she did know that, eventually she spilled the last of her seed.

And that Sabina got off.

“I-I am going to need to call the slaves,” she said as she stood on shaky legs, “Wouldn’t do to come out looking like this.”

“I, um, shouldn’t either,” Alessia said, out of breath. She was feeling sleepy, truth be told, but this wasn’t a place to rest her head, “Call for two towels, if you would.”

“Yes, fine,” Sabina huffed out as she tittered over to the stairs letting to the terrace and yelled, “TOWELS, QUICK!”

“So,” Alessia began as she mustered the strength to get up, “Will you do it?”

“Do wha-oh, the ship, yes,” Sabina nodded, “Yes, sure, why not? I feel as though I got shortchanged, but it's a bit late to be regretting it when I already accepted the payment.”

“Step on the ship and I’ll live up to my side of our bargain.”

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There was something peculiar about emptying herself of her male essence, Alessia thought. In the wake of knowing what laying with a woman was like, for the first time, there came a moment of clarity. Of pure self-awareness that she dearly wished she had more often.

Because, after the feeling of elation that came with having taken a great step towards joining her mother’s ship ended, what she felt next was…shame. Something that was almost foreign to her.

She had sex with a woman she wasn’t going to marry.

Alessia’s vaginal virginity was still intact, thank the gods for that at least, but she had divested herself of her male purity. It was bad enough that she seriously considered marrying the predatory Anilan, after all…but thankfully the thought went away as soon as it came to her.

Hurt by Chiara as she was, with her mind briefly clear as it was, love wasn’t even a consideration. Nor were Sabina’s many spouses.

More pertinently, Alessia didn’t know what sort of balances she was going to be tilting by making Sabina her mother’s daughter-in-law. And she definitely didn’t want to be like her father, waiting a whole year to see her spouse for a mere month. But if she DID allow herself some sentimentality in her assessment….she sort of wanted her wife to be like her mother if she could help it at all.

Even if a secret part of her heart desperately wanted it to BE her mother.

But that’s all to say that Alessia felt compelled to walk into one of Tritos’ city temples.

The greatest of these was the one her father was Head Priest of, of course, the Parsi Temple. Funded by Nori, it was dedicated to the people of the island. It was arguably the biggest complex of worship in it, too, with gargantuan walls of stone rising into the air in the middle of the city.

Pillars of stone that were as wide and tall as the mast of ships allowed it to stand up. This also provided overhead shade for people to hawk their trinkets. Here, shawls and tunics discarded by the priesthood were allowed to be sold, where they found value under the auspices of mystical belief. Candles, incense and pleasant-smelling woods were offered to those who wanted a specific service.

And yes, there were people selling animals to be sacrificed.

Alessia passed by and considered her choices.

“Your holiness,” one of the animal sellers bowed as though she were already a priestess, “was someone short an animal?”

“Something like that,” Alessia waved her hand as she measured her transgression against the animals in display.

Then she shook her head.

Right, that was how the ignorant went about things. In truth, to appease the gods an equatative trade wasn’t necessary, or even recommended.

Performance and execution were just as important as the sacrifice. And was she not herself?

Had she ever failed to call and satisfy the gods?

“The chicken, I think,” she pointed at a hen and was quickly handed it. The bird clucked and beat its wings against Alessia’s side, but it was secured under her arm anyway.

“I will pray that the temple pursers are open today,” the man bowed his head.

“No need,” that, Alessia could not allow, “A silver will cover this, I trust?”

“I-yes, of course,” the man started to sweat, “But I would not dare dream of charging you, priestess!”

“Take it,” Alessia sunk a hand into her breast and pulled a small purse out. The man’s eyes boggled as she took a silver coin from it and flipped it at him.

“T-thank you, ma’am,” the man bowed at the waist this time but Alessia was already waving the whole matter away.

With that, she had secured a silver hen for her sacrifice.

Money was just as relative as effort was, and what gave an animal worth was its labor and time investment. It wasn’t as simple as throwing money at a problem, like some of her junior disciples might cynically believe. Because money, too, was just part of the performance.

The truth was that gods, like men and women, wanted to be compelled. Nobody had ever said this, but Alessia felt, in the bottom of her stomach, that the gods wanted to feel something.

The gates that led inside the temple were two huge masses of cedar wood forming doors. Painting and reliefs covered every inch of it, and carved shapes showed legendary history.

Lesser people-sized doors were on the bottom of the gates, of course, and these were the ones that people usually used to ingress into the temple. But with the celebrations being what they were, not many people were here now. Although there was a small and steady stream of people entering and exiting.

But Alessia wasn’t just anyone.

“Open the door,” she told one of the temple doormen guarding it.

“The whole gate, your holiness?” the man dared hesitate.

But then, this just added to the execution, “Just one will do.”

“At once,” the man nodded and stuck his head inside one of the small doors.

Not 30 seconds later, a great wooden creak made people stop and stare as one of the wooden gates opened up for someone.

A small gust of wind made Alessia’s robes flutter as she went inside. She walked through enough space to allow a whole chariot in as everyone else stuck to their restricted lanes.

A silver hen in hand, entering like the daughter of the gods.

The steps that led to the altars were cleaned, and were kept clean regardless of how many sandals brushed against their surface. The air inside the temple smelled of the sea, despite not being quite on the shore. The sweet and floral scents pervaded every inch of the temple, despite incense only being burnt at the altars.

Voices of priests praying, preaching and calling out to the gods reverated through the halls, a dozen voices combining into one and reaching towards the heavens.

The people in Tritos knew her well enough, but those in the temple knew her by sight. They parted for her as she climbed higher and higher, giving HER sacrifice and HER hen priority.

This, too, was performance.

But, she would admit, most of this didn’t even require her to do anything.

Luckily, she would be performing her own sacrifice. She could turn all the privileges that her city and her temple showed her into works of her hands.

“Alessia,” a priest who had been cleaning an altar blinked when she appeared in the room, “My rites are done and I was cleaning after myself. Do you want the altar?”

“I will have it,” she confirmed.

“Gods be gracious, we haven’t had anyone to light Torches for a few days,” the man sighed, “It’s a relief to see you now.”

“I will only be forming one sacrifice,” she corrected him before he could get the wrong idea. That wasn’t how this tale she was weaving could continue, anyway.

“I suppose one of your Fires is better than 10 from anyone else…” The priest tried to be happy about that, but his frustration was clear for her to see.

It was also irrelevant.

“Do you have a knife?” Alessia asked.

“Silver, stone or gold?” the priest only hesitated for a single moment before he reached over to present her with the knives.

“Silver, definitely,” she smiled as she took the blade and put the chicken on top of the stone altar.

The smell of blood and cooked flesh that pervaded this part of the temple started to panic the bird, but it was, of course, already too late for it.

A finger’s length of silver metal pierced its chest, and Alessia did not miss piercing its heart on the first time.

“Silver hen,” Alessia intoned, “Silver knife and, now, silver hands.”

The blood that spilled forth turned her hands red, of course, but she knew, KNEW, that the gods enjoyed the poetry of it all. Just like she did.

So the blood stopped being red.

And, for the moment, became silver.

“Silver hen,” she said again, “And now, silver heart.”

The heart that she took out of the chicken’s breast was metallic grey.

“But silver tarnishes,” Alessia felt this was the way to go, and gestured at the torches in the room. The priest walked over to one and brought it to her, “But that’s its appeal.”

Then she lit the bowl where the chicken was bleeding liquid silver, “Because it can be sacrificed.”

The hen, its heart and its blood lit up as if they were doused in wine. The flame burned silver for a moment before, all at once, it turned black.

There was a brush against her face, and a murmur that she could almost hear.

The fire in front of her burned harder.

And the Torch in her hand burnt brighter.

And then, all at once, the flames doused.

Leaving a freshly cooked chicken.

As well as normal lapping Torch in her hand.

“...I think the gods accepted your sacrifice, your holiness,” the priest beside her, despite knowing better, said.

“I think so, too, your holiness,” Alessia, for her part, smiled at the heavens. Whatever mistake she had made, it seemed, was not enough to keep her divines from being amused by her.