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Blind Faith

Oh, small towns.

Violet was a city girl, but she still found them so immensely charming, even when just driving through one on the way to somewhere more relevant. This wasn't really a place with any identity, it was more like a location where some people had decided to live, without any appealing characteristics visible to a passerby.

She stopped at a red light near an abandoned grocery store. There were no other cars whatsoever, yet the traffic lights kept dutifully doing their work, uncaring if anyone was there to guide and direct. Just like the autumn wind blowing a handful of red and yellow leaves past Violet’s car.

God, the car will need to be serviced soon, she thought, her fascination with the empty little town interrupted for a moment. It had been complaining about it for miles now, and— a billboard drew her attention. It had a singular stylized eye on it, and three words: Embrace Blind Faith.

Well that’s real fucking ominous, she thought. This kind of thing was why she, despite loving the vibe, knew that she couldn’t actually live in a place like this. The strange, insular culture that might develop here, unlike in the melting pot of a city. The ferret sighed. It wasn’t that unusual, she supposed. She had seen plenty of religious billboards along the highway, just none quite so intensely creepy. The eye felt like it was staring into her soul as the light finally turned green and she continued driving.

Menacing or not, it quickly faded from her mind as she kept driving, keeping a low speed through a school zone that looked like it housed maybe a dozen students at peak times, and then drove straight out of the town. It’d still be an hour or so until she got onto the highway again, but taking this shortcut was saving her at least three, as long as everything went smoothly.

Further out, the forest grew denser around the worn road. All of it was quite stunning when aflame with all the colors of fall, but it wasn’t what really captured the ferret’s attention. What did was an open field on her right as the road emerged from the forest, lined with ruined buildings – barns, siloes, and the like – having been left to rot what looked like centuries.

Everyone wants to live in the cities, I guess. Can’t really blame them. I mean, what do you even do for work out here? Guess you’d be a farmer or teacher or… or you’d make moonshine in your basement and sell that. Or maybe you could be the town pastor.

Just then, she saw a church out in the field. It was a grand structure, twice as tall as anything else and seemingly in near perfect condition. Yeah, she concluded, the town pastor was definitely the most lucrative gig in the area. Preaching the same old stories to his dwindling congregation and taking all their money in donations. Probably some anti-gay stuff. Violet wasn’t gay herself, and she never could be, but she certainly supported all the gay men and lesbian women out there, unlike some rich backcountry preacher.

But those empty musings were interrupted as a moose suddenly emerged from the forest on the other side, mere yards in front of her. With a panicked squeal, Violet slammed the brakes, and her car immediately began to skid on the rain-slick and worn asphalt. She could see her life flash before her eyes as she sped towards the moose at near full speed, the brakes and steering wheel doing nothing.

It was by pure accident that she happened to skid close to the ditch by the road. One wheel fell in, and then the other, jostling the car as it tilted violently and then came to an abrupt stop, half tipped over. The moose gave the car the briefest of passing, nonchalant glances as it trotted past, unbothered.

Violet sat in her car, shell-shocked. She didn’t move at first, trying to figure out if she had broken anything, but there was no pain even as the adrenaline began to wear off. She then tried to step on the gas to see if that’d get her out of the predicament, but all it resulted in was one front tire spinning against dirt and mud and the other without any contact with the ground. She had no traction whatsoever.

So much for that shortcut, I guess, she thought, admitting defeat and pulling out her phone, only to let out an audible groan as it turned out that she had no signal either. This part of the road, between town and highway, was evidently a cellular dead zone. It wasn’t surprising, but it was incredibly irritating as it meant she’d have to walk miles to reach that ghost town from and get help, if there even was any help available there to begin with.

Or she could try the much-closer church. Chances were that even some televangelist-style profiteer of a pastor – which Violet reminded herself was a construct that only existed in her mind – wouldn’t turn down a woman in need, if only for the sake of appearances. At the very least, nobody would deny her the use of a phone, which was all she needed.

With that thought in mind, she crawled out of her car, which proved to be more difficult than expected when the vehicle was almost sideways in a ditch. She was greeted by a cool wind that she wasn’t dressed nearly warmly enough for and realized that the church was indeed her only choice. It didn’t help that the only shoes she’d brought with her were heels. At least the road to the church was paved rather than gravel, she thought, as she approached the ominous building.

What quickly became evident was that the church either wasn’t a Christian one, or it was for a sect she had never heard of. Rather than a cross, above the door hung the symbol for an eye, and the statue near the front door that she had assumed to be of an angel or saint, turned out to be altogether different.

It was vaguely angelic – a humanoid figure with clearly defined wings – but appeared to have been sculpted with a blindfold over its eyes. Instead, there was a third eye, inlaid with a purple gem, on its forehead.

Violet stopped to ponder the meaning of it for a while. She supposed it could represent the all-seeing eye of God, but she had never seen it depicted quite this way before. Usually, there was a triangle. And no blindfold. But it was close enough that it didn’t immediately make her think twice about asking the sect for help. Not like she had to join whatever they believed.

She tried the door. It was unlocked. Yet just as she did, she got an eerie feeling. It was something akin to the feeling of being in an almost empty parking lot, or the childhood experience of walking through a school after hours. Or- she struggled to find the right comparison- like looking at a camera that she wasn’t sure was recording. Like she was both perfectly alone and being observed at the same time.

And more than anything, there was the feeling that she should not proceed.

What else could she do, though? The sun was starting to set. She might just barely make it back to the ghost town before nightfall, but it was getting cold, too. It’d be a miserable experience, and she’d probably have to do it barefoot because of her heels. Her phone still showed zero bars of signal. WiFi felt like a distant dream. The highway was too far away to realistically make it to, and she didn’t much like the idea of sleeping in an abandoned barn threatening to collapse on top of her if there was even the slightest breeze.

Okay, just think. Let’s check the options.

One: Walk. Her feet would be ruined. Maybe she’d make it to town, but would she find anyone there? If there was anywhere that she wanted to sleep less than in a barn, it was on a street or park bench.

Two: Sleep in the barn or in her car and deal with this in the morning. She couldn’t shake the thought that she’d freeze to death, and whatever she chose, it’d be the least comfortable night of sleep ever.

Three: Take a chance with this strange sect’s church. Worse come to worst – Violet very deliberately banished the unrealistic scenarios dozens of horror movies had seared into her mind – they’d turn her away, and then it’d be back to options one and two. Or they might actually help her.

With a sigh, Violet decided on that last option, and pushed the door. It was heavy, and it creaked as it opened inward. The church was almost entirely dark bar for the flickering light of a few rows of candles – and that darkness made it feel significantly, unnaturally bigger on the inside – but it wasn’t uninhabited.

Inside, there was another statue of the blindfolded creature, except this time, the singular forehead-eye was lit. It seemed almost alive with the way the candlelight reflected off of it, and for a moment, Violet felt like it was looking at her directly. This one was bigger, to the point that Violet wondered if the church had been built around it rather than being moved in afterwards. Maybe it had; the statue looked ancient, if well taken care of. And in front of it stood a woman in a nun’s habit, who turned around as she heard Violet approach.

She was a cat. A serval, maybe, though in the dim lighting, Violet couldn’t be sure, and she spoke in a calm, collected tone.

“Well, now. Who are you, wandering into our sacred temple?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything, it’s just that, well, I kinda had a car accident on the road just out there,” the ferret explained, gesturing behind herself. “Do you have a phone or… what is this place, anyway?”

“We have no telephones of any sort, no. But you are quite welcome to stay the night here, in safety, if you desire,” the nun replied. “I am Sister Fae, but you may simply call me Fae, not being a member of our congregation.”

“Well, thank you… Fae, but what is this place? I’ve never seen anything like this,” Violet asked, breathing a sigh of relief at, at least, having proper shelter for the night, even if it meant she’d still have to walk all the way back tomorrow.

“This is the temple of the Blind God, and we are the sisterhood of the Blind Faith,” she replied, a brief, almost unnoticeable smile on her face. She took a step closer, which made Violet twitch. “I’ll introduce you to it, if you plan to stay here.”

“Um, I’m probably fine. I’ll just sleep on a pew or something. You don’t need to do all that,” Violet quickly said as she suddenly felt unnerved again. Blind God sounded like exactly the kind of horror movie creature that she had no desire to get to know better. And having blind faith wasn’t usually considered a good thing, either. That, and this “Sister Fae’s” sudden aggressiveness with wanting to “introduce” her to it had it on edge.

“I think you’ll like it,” Fae replied, fixing her eyes on Violet’s. Suddenly, the ferret felt a sense of calm wash over her. There was something strange about the serval’s purple eyes. There was none of the intensity of meeting someone’s gaze, none of the discomfort. Only calm. Violet’s shoulders slumped. “I know you’ll like it. Come with me.”

Fae smiled as she took Violet’s arm and began walking towards another section of the church. Another section that couldn’t possibly fit inside it. Just behind the altar, where the building’s back wall should’ve been, there was instead a corridor leading deeper. Violet suddenly wasn’t sure what was going on, but she felt strangely comfortable in the gloomy building with Fae’s warm hand on her arm.

She did know that she shouldn’t be following this strange woman deeper into the church, though. That much was abundantly clear, and yet she felt calm, like something in this dark place was keeping her perfectly at ease, even clearheaded. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was that eerie feeling she had felt earlier, only more intense now, and it didn’t connect to the reptile part of her brain and make her run.

Another person walked past them. This one – also a woman, as Violet now assumed everyone here would be – was wearing the same dress as Fae, except she also wore a hood that covered her eyes entirely. It almost looked like it had been permanently stitched to her skin_. _Or maybe not stitched, but glued. Fused. Violet couldn’t tell in the dim lighting. She looked pregnant, too, though how a pregnant woman would find herself here, Violet didn’t know.

“This one is a lower sister,” Fae murmured. “They live in complete darkness to prove their blind faith. As you will, at least until you ascend.”

“But you seem to be able to… see?” Violet asked.

“I am one of three granted that privilege, the Blind God’s most dedicated servants, so gifted to help bring others into the fold,” Fae explained, with evidently nothing to hide. As if it was perfectly normal. “As I am bringing you. Though perhaps I do not see as you do.”

“Wait- m-me? I’m not- I’m not really looking to join, like… I have a boyfriend and everything, a job I need to get to-” Violet tried to explain, having suddenly realized that the strange serval was talking about her joining their sisterhood, her voice stuttering despite the utter lack of any true anxiety.

“You did. But the moment you stepped into our temple, you cast all of that aside,” Fae spoke softly as her grip on the ferret's arm tightened, though more reassuringly than to restrain her. Violet wasn’t running away, after all. And had she done so, she wouldn’t have been pursued. Not all could have the blind faith required, after all. Yet Fae knew that she wouldn’t run, and on some abstract level, Violet knew it too.

They ended up in a brightly lit room with perhaps a dozen more sisters, all of them with hoods over their eyes. The light suddenly felt so bright that Violet had to squint to see anything at all, as if her eyes had already gotten used to the darkness. Several of them were visibly pregnant, and yet, Violet hadn’t seen a single male who could’ve done it in the temple. In fact, she got the feeling that males weren’t welcome to begin with. But then, how had all the women's bellies become so swollen?

But that thought didn’t last long, as Violet noticed that the room wasn’t lit by any natural means. Rather, affixed to the back wall, was an enormous symbol of that eye, this one glowing with seemingly ethereal, purple flames that matched the color of Fae’s eyes. Immediately upon looking at it, Violet was utterly transfixed. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, staring directly at the bright flames. Her mouth fell open, her shoulders slumped, and she stood there quietly as Fae let go of her arm.

It seemed to consume everything, and Violet didn’t notice as the other sisters – a mixture of many species – all disrobed, one by one until they were left with only the all-important hoods covering their eyes. Soon, the dazed ferret was surrounded by a circle of entirely naked women, most of them already visibly wet. For some, it was the excitement of welcoming a new sister to the fold. For others, it was merely basking in the presence of their eldritch god that kept them in a permanent state of arousal. And for all of them, the lack of sight made it all the more intense, all the more alluring, each of their senses heightened by the lack of vision, feeling each dribble of wetness on their thighs, even the movement of air sensually caressing their fur as others moved in the room.

They all moved closer, and soon they were disrobing the ferret as well. Her heartbeat quickened as they eased her thin cardigan off, leaving her shoulders bare. Someone else undid her belt and pulled her jeans down. And so they continued, gradually stripping her down until everything was bare for all – or at least Fae – to see, though everyone in the room was aware of her nudity. Violet didn’t resist, almost feeling as if it were her own hands removing her clothes, and that she should be naked.

Violet didn’t snap out of that trance before Sister Fae – the only sister still dressed – appeared before her again and prompted her to blink for the first time in minutes. Only this time, she looked different. She had no eyes at all, as if she had never had them. Instead, upon the serval’s forehead, there was a singular eye, looking just like the symbols that Violet had seen.

The ferret knew perfectly well that she should’ve been unnerved, but that realization failed to connect to the more primal parts of her brain, which remained perfectly calm. There was only the slightest twitch in her leg, but the fear and anxiety were almost imperceptible. In fact, she too was joining the other women, slowly growing damp to the point it was noticeable between her legs, the ferret suddenly self-conscious of it.

“W-wait, why am I… naked? What’s-” she stammered. “Who- what are you? Where am I?”

“All are naked before the Blind God’s sight,” Fae smiled. “At least, all who wish to join the sisterhood.”

“But I’m not- I don’t want to join, and I don’t… I don’t understand,” Violet replied.

“Oh, all feel that way at first. But you’ll understand soon,” the one-eyed serval replied, her voice almost maternal and yet somehow dripping with lust and desire. “We shall now commence the Scarred Rites, as you join us, as we perform them for every new sister.”

Everything was moving too fast, and Violet’s mind and body were filled with conflicting desires. She didn’t want to join this strange cult. She wanted to join this beautiful, seductive cult. She could feel both the eye on the wall and Fae’s singular eye boring into her very soul. Were they hypnotizing her? Were they manipulating her into not turning around and running for her life, somehow preventing her from feeling the fear she should’ve been feeling, and replacing it with a smoldering, anticipatory lust?

She shivered, and once again, she didn’t move. This isn’t right. Run.

Fae pushed down on her shoulders, and she sank, obediently, to her knees. The other sisters were gathering around them in a tight circle. One of them was holding a hood. Her hood, Violet realized, her heart skipping a beat. And yet, the sister made no move to put it on her, at least not yet.

“Let the first rite begin. As sisters of the Blind Faith, we give up our sight to truly see,” Fae intoned. The others around her repeated what she said in a chorus of feminine voices. As the ritual began, the air in the room seemed to shiver. The symbol on the wall flared with purple flames, and those flames began to reach out from the symbol, half ethereal and ghostly as they elongated.

We give up our sight to truly see. See what? Violet still couldn’t really comprehend what was happening or why the words felt like they were sinking into her thoughts. And yet she felt herself growing wetter. As the sisters kept repeating the words, the flames began to look more like three distinct and elongated tentacles, reaching out towards the ferret.

She didn’t move even when they were only inches away. Though being made of flames, they didn’t radiate any heat beyond a slight, tingling warmth.

“We give up our sight to help others see what they cannot,” Fae spoke, finishing the full first rite, and once again the sisters repeated the words that would sear themselves into Violet’s thoughts. What those words really meant, she didn’t know. And yet they echoed inside her.

One of the tentacles brushed over her breasts. The feeling was exquisite. They weren’t quite physical, and yet, they felt as if they were. The Blind God’s tentacles, Violet thought. What else could they be?

The tentacles explored her, their touch like heat and electricity dancing across her skin. The tip of one caressed her lips. Another slipped down along her body, until its tip was just barely touching her other lips, her most intimate folds, feeling out how wet she was. And the third snuck under her little tail, nestling itself between her cheeks.

“Let the second rite begin,” Violet announced. “Let the Blind God explore and embrace our newest sister!”

Let the Blind God explore and embrace our newest sister, the others repeated in a tone that sounded halfway between entranced and reverential.

Violet gasped as each tentacle pushed, spurred on by their worshippers. And yet she made no effort to keep her mouth closed as the tip slid between her lips and then into her mouth like a lover’s tongue, exploring her as the sisters chanted for it to do so. It seemed to narrow and flatten, and the tip leaked some kind of slippery substance over her tastebuds, which they eagerly soaked up. The taste was utterly indescribable.

If she let them keep going, she would join the sisterhood, she realized. With every loving little caress, the idea seemed more and more seductive. Giving up her sight so that she could embrace their so-called Blind Faith. And yet, could she? She had never been attracted to women, and it seemed like that was what the cult was, beyond the tentacles of their strange god.

Of course, most of the sisters hadn’t started off that way, either. And indeed, the shadowy magic was already at work to change her just as it had changed each woman in the room, leaving them lusting not only to be bred by their god, but also after each other, their tangled bodies shivering and grinding against each other.

“Let the Blind God fill our newest sister with purpose. Let the Blind God close her eyes so that she, too, can see what others cannot,” Violet announced, her voice growing louder and more demanding.

At those words, the other two tentacles pushed harder. Violet’s pussy was too wet to put up any resistance as the tentacle squirmed its way into her, and she let out a breathy moan as it did. It stretched her just the right amount to set her sex ablaze with excitement, and the tingling, half-rubbery and half-ethereal skin seemed to touch every pleasure-nerve inside her directly.

The other teased her pucker for a little longer, leaking with the same aphrodisiac-like substance that her mouth was filling with, and only as Violet began to relax into the tentacles’ embrace did it finally thrust. She gave a gurling groan around the one filling her mouth and relaxed further as she was stretched in a way that she had never been before.

And then all three pulsed in perfect unison. She felt a gush of liquid heat in each of her holes. Down her throat, deep into her bowls, and splattering against the back of her pussy. It burned inside her, albeit in a strangely pleasant way, and immediately soaked into her body, leaving her feeling flushed and hot. She was leaking like a faucet around the one between her legs, juices drooling down the purple length.

Her mind felt hazy. This was, perhaps, how the Blind God claimed his followers, she realized, and she could already feel it taking her. It was as if some new part of herself was awakening, and suddenly, her eyes darted across the room. One moment she felt disinterested in the nudity surrounding her. Then the tentacles pulsed again, and when Violet blinked, the world was different. Where there had been disinterest, there was suddenly a jolt of desire as the Blind God allowed her to see the sexual beauty that no straight woman could.

Her eyes feasted on their bodies while they still could. Her pussy clenched at the sight of theirs, just as wet as her own. Wet with desire for each other. Each stiff nipple made her mouth water as she imagined suckling on them. She wanted to bury her face between their legs and just lap up their juices like a dog. Oh, they were all so deeply alluring. And soon she’d get to feel all of them, once she finally no longer saw them. She’d get to feel those heavy breasts squashed against her own, grinding and soaking each other, and…

…a brief twinge, like a headache. Were those thoughts really her own? She wasn’t attracted to other women. She wasn’t supposed to be, at least. So why did the thought of licking every inch of them make her pussy clench so hard around the probing, slowly thrusting tentacle?

As if sensing her hesitation and resistance, the group continued chanting the last set of words. The tentacles pulsed once again, followed by another gush of heat inside Violet, and her view of the world shifted again. Of course she loved other women- no! Of course she wanted to be filled with the Blind God’s offspring between sessions of endless, lesbian orgies- no! For the first time since getting here, Violet finally realized that she had to resist. Of course, she was already too far gone to do effectively, and so the ritual eroded her, opening her eyes to the kinds of things that she knew she shouldn’t be seeing.

But she was drooling at the sensations. By now, all three tentacles were thrusting in and out of her rhythmically, the pleasure threatening to burn out her weak, frayed attempt at resisting. Her mind flooded with fantasies that had once been taboo to her but suddenly felt so good to think about. Seductively good. Too good to ignore, no matter how loud her changing mind kept screaming at her to resist.

It was hard to hold on to any part of herself as everything slowly dissolved into pleasure and darkness. Soon, after she broke, they’d put one of those hoods on her and she’d never see again, only feel it all in vividly enhanced, sensual detail. She felt almost blinded by the sheer massiveness of what awaited her, like she couldn’t tell what she wanted, and almost couldn’t remember who she was. She was a sister, wasn’t she, having come here to accept the rites and be embraced and blinded by their god? It was what she wanted. An eternity of darkness and pleasure.

She could feel herself slipping, and how could she not? A god was fucking her, filling her with his essence as the sisters chanted. The tentacles pulsed again, and Violet knew that this was it. She had no more fight left in her. No more resistance. In just a few moments she’d lose whatever she had once been.

Violet teetered on the edge. But there was nothing she could do. The time for that had been before she followed Fae into the temple. The pressure and lust inside of her grew and grew, with the ferret barely clinging on to remembering herself, until eventually, her mind simply cracked.

She let out a gasp as the Blind God’s influence took over. The other sisters could evidently sense that she had changed, as Violet heard a few of them moan out with pleasure, others even rubbing their – or each other’s – naked bodies. This was exactly where she belonged, in the darkness with them. She wanted it, and she wanted them.

Her eyes took on a purple color, just like Fae’s singular one, and just like all the ones hidden by those permanent hoods. She moaned out in gurgling, dissolute joy.

As if to reward her final surrender, all three tentacles swelled inside her, their thrusting growing quickly towards a crescendo. Now, Violet embraced it, letting them fill her, her moaning muffled by the tentacle now in her throat, and yet perfectly audible to the sisters and their sensitive ears. She squirmed in place, dripping with lust as she finally understood the beauty of it all, her entire body glowing with the ecstasy of a rapidly building orgasm.

And then they didn’t let her cum. Each time she almost reached that heavenly peak, the tentacles stopped, leaving the ferret to whimper and whine as she tried in vain to grind herself against the meaty yet flexible appendages.

That went on for longer than Violet could keep track of time. They sped up, driving Violet absolutely unhinged with need, and then they stopped, leaving her unfulfilled and shuddering. It wasn’t until Fae finally raised her hand that they stopped entirely.

With Violet’s mind all but shattered under the psychic pressure of the Blind God, sister Fae took the black hood from the sister carrying it, and approached Violet, who could barely see straight at that point, her face wet with tears from the relentless pleasure. All she could think of was finally, finally getting to cum her brains out.

“The final rite, then. Let the Blind God take away the sight of our newest sister, so that she can join us in truly seeing the unseen!” she announced proudly.

She reached out to place the strange, solid black yet perfectly soft hook over Violet’s head. The ferret could only stare at Fae’s one, glowing eye, and that would be the last thing she ever saw, unless she figured out a way to leave the congregation. And nobody had ever managed to do so.

The hood felt heavy. Violet couldn’t tell if it was leather or a very dense fabric. But if that was what it’d take to finally get to orgasm, she didn’t mind. Any price was a low price to pay for the pleasure she’d been denied.

It slipped on easily, the ferret craning her neck to help make it happen, willingly joining the other sisters as one of them. At that moment, the tentacle in her mouth finally pulled out and instead reached to caress her face as the hood was placed over her eyes, finally taking away her sight. The world was cast in darkness, and the tentacle brushed over what felt like every inch of the hood, smearing its fluid over it and jabbing firmly into it repeatedly. If it was stitching the mask or simply checking it, she didn’t know, as there was no pain, but it was making sure that it’d be difficult – if not impossible – to remove, except at the Blind God’s own decision, should Violet ascend to become a higher sister.

Once her eyes were fully covered, sister Fae tugged on the hood to make sure it was well and truly stuck in place, and it felt more like she was tugging on Violet’s scalp rather than a hood she was wearing.

And that realization, that she would never see again, only feel and sense, was what brought her over the edge. With a squealing whimper, Violet reached her peak, her body stiffening as the pleasure crested, every inch of her body suddenly what felt like ten times as sensitive as nerves compensated for her lack of sight.

She was deeply, intimately aware – and in perfect union with – the two tentacles that filled her soaking wet pussy and her clenching, eager ass. With the sisters chanting, she came in waves of mind-melting pleasure, finally establishing her new place and purpose in life, all that had happened before it feeling less and less important with each spasm of her cunt, each pulse of the tentacles, and each clench of her tight, pink pucker. It wasn’t just an orgasm, rather more akin to an ecstatic surrender. She soaked the floor with her juices and the excess fluids of the ever so sensual tentacles of her new, loving god.

It went on until her inner muscles ached from exertion, unable to stop almost worshipfully squeezing her god’s long, slippery limbs before she was too drained to even remain on her knees. But the instant that she was about to slump over, the tentacles suddenly all withdrew, and her new sisters surrounded her to keep her upright.

“Welcome, Sister Vilo,” Fae murmured. Welcome, Sister Vilo, the others repeated, and finally the ferret felt all of their perfect, soft bodies pressed intimately against her own. Someone’s lips toucher her own and she accepted the kiss eagerly, even submissively, letting the other’s tongue push into her mouth. At the same time, someone kissed her breasts, and someone else yet squeezing her shapely ass. And just as before, it all felt far more sensitive than it had any right to. Once again, the blinded ferret could only gasp as they explored her body, feathery touches and squeezes along every inch of her, from her ears to her inner thighs, and even a finger or two sliding along the wet groove of her sex.

But then, they guided her to lean backwards, into someone’s lap. Two others remained pressed against her, and two more pulled her legs apart, gently but firmly, baring her drenched slit to the only person in the temple who could still see, at least in some capacity. And finally, Sister Fae disrobed as well. Her body looked perfectly feminine, bar for a rock-hard cock jutting out from her crotch.

“She has been granted the means to fill us with the Blind God’s children,” a vulpine sister whispered to Vilo as she shuddered at the feeling of something warm, firm, and rather familiar rubbing against her fertile cunt as it sought entrance. “Relax and receive his final blessing.”

That was the final step, to be inseminated and filled by Fae on behalf of their god. Each sister had been through it, and when Vilo realized what was about to happen, she shivered with excitement at the chance to worship.

“Repeat the rites of the Blind God, sister Vilo,” Fae told her. Her thick cock rubbed against her lips. Whereas before, wanting to be a part of this strange cult had been unthinkable, it was so obvious now. Rapturous, even, and just the thought of speaking those words out loud to receive this final blessing had her bare cunt clenching wildly.

“As a… as a Sister of the Blind Faith, I g-give up my sight to truly see,” she moaned, and sister Fae rewarded her by pushing against her wet sex. She couldn’t remember any cock ever feeling this good, and she wanted more.

“I give up my sight to help others see what they cannot,” she continued, and Fae thrust harder. This time, her tightness wasn’t enough, and the serval’s tip slipped into her, nearly sending the ferret into paroxysms of pleasure.

“P-please fuck me,” Vilo begged.

“Continue the rites, sister,” Fae spoke, her voice filling in the smile that Vilo could no longer see, and yet felt in her voice reverberated through her.

“L-let the Blind God explore and embrace me as your newest sister,” the ferret stuttered, and Fae slid in another inch or so, immediately flooding her twitching pussy with pleasure that shot through her like electricity. She was so deeply, acutely aware of even Fae’s heartbeat through her shaft that she couldn’t think of anything else, words failing her and instead coming out as a moan when one of the other sisters squeezed her breasts.

“Ah- I- I can’t,” she groaned.

“Continue,” Fae demanded, and now her voice was firm. Irresistible, as she channeled their eldritch deity in forcing the ferret to fully give herself to him, body and soul.

“Let the Blind God fill me with purpose. Let the B-blind God close my eyes so that I, too, can see what others cannot!” Vilo exclaimed loudly, the sheer pleasure of speaking those words making her head swim.

“Continue,” the serval emphasized, sliding another inch or so into Vilo’s trembling body, controlling every sensation she felt expertly.

“Let the Blind God take away my sight, s-so that I can join you in t-truly seeing the unseen,” Vilo gasped, and finally, there it was. In one smooth stroke, Fae sunk all the way into her, giving her that feeling of fullness that her body burned for.

“Welcome, Sister Vilo,” Fae repeated. “And now, rejoice, as soon you shall be carrying the Blind God’s child.”

Of course. That was her role as a lower sister. To live in darkness and pleasure, and to bring the Blind God’s offspring to the world through sister Fae’s beautiful endowment.

“And now I shall breed you, Sister Vilo,” Fae intoned, as she began to thrust, and Vilo’s world melted into pleasure. She was so wet that she could hear herself getting fucked, and that made her proud, showing everyone just how excited she was to fulfil her new purpose. She clamped down hard around the intruding cock, but to no avail, Fae was perfectly in control, and her slow, methodical thrusts soon had Vilo begging and whimpering for a release she had to earn, just as she had earned her place in the sisterhood.

Her thrusts were so agonizingly slow. Maybe this was the final test, Vilo realized, and so she didn’t struggle, simply letting Fae follow the same rhythm that the tentacles had earlier, where each time she almost came, the serval stopped, though at least she didn’t withdraw, letting Vilo weakly try to breed herself on her cock.

Fae made sure that the ferret felt every moment of pleasure. After all, as a blind sister, her other senses would have to be sharp, and it was already happening. Vilo felt things she had never felt before, like how Fae’s swollen glans tugged on her inner walls ever so slightly, and how those soft muscles responded by squeezing that most sensitive part in turn, in perfect harmony. Even her nose was growing more sensitive, until she could smell everyone in the room individually, though none more intimately than the serval currently rutting her receptive body.

Sounds were amplified. Each thrust was audibly wet. She could hear the other sisters masturbating. She could smell their desire. And the pleasure, of course, remained the highlight, reaching such sharp peaks that she had no choice but to either bite her hand to keep from moaning, or simply let every sound of pleasure escape her lips unmuffled. She chose the latter.

Then, she felt Fae’s cock swelling, and her heavy balls grinding against her slit. The sweet moment that she yearned for wasn’t far away.

“L-let the Blind God fertilize me,” Vilo begged.

“He will,” Fae grunted in response. She was already past the point of no return, and the feeling made Vilo’s heart soar with pure, erotic joy.

Then it happened. With a hard throb of Fae’s cock, Vilo felt the first wonderful squirt of cum inside her, splattering against the very back of her fertile sex. It was quickly followed by another, and she could even feel the texture of her lover’s cum. Thick, sticky, and oh so virile. It was enough to make her cum again, her trembling voice praising her Blind God’s love as Fae inseminated her deeply, filling her with pulse after pulse of his blessed seed.

Vilo screamed out her pleasure for all to hear as she came again, violently, one final time, those hungry contractions of her body ensuring her pregnancy by helping the cum soak deeper into her. And Vilo wanted nothing more, even that realization only making her cum harder as she wanted to be successfully bred, finally and irrevocably sealing her fate as one of the pregnant, lower sisters, now fully joined with her true sisterhood and all thoughts of the outside world forgotten, bar for the future duty to bring more into the fold.

Fae remained inside her for a little longer after that, her cock lazily pulsing as she made sure to milk herself dry into the ferret. The Blind God’s seed was not to be wasted, after all. Not one drop of it was to be spilled anywhere but inside a receptive, dripping cunt. Some would spill afterwards, but by then, its virile duty was already done, and so hearing and feeling each wet dribble was only a mark of pride for the sisters.

Once Vilo’s legs had stopped shaking enough that she was able to stand up again, the other sisters embraced her, one after the other, each hugging her while touching her belly as if wishing for her pregnancy, or at least, encouraging her belly to swell. Not that any of their wishes were really needed; she had already been pregnant the moment Fae's divinity-infused cum had reached her womb, and now her long road as one of the blind sisters would truly begin.

Each day would, as promised, be spent in darkness and pleasure until she knew each of her sisters by touch, taste, and scent. They would take care of each other throughout their endless pregnancies until the Blind God eventually decided to ascend another of them to a higher rank, at which point they would instead obediently help Fae and the other higher sisters breed the others when they weren’t out hunting.

Vilo’s mouth watered at the thought of one day being allowed to bring a new sister into the fold. But that was something for a distant future. Right now, with her induction and reprogramming complete, she was soon eagerly licking away as her snout was finally, finally guided to a dripping wet pussy.

All the sisters needed to be taken care of, after all, with how aroused they had gotten watching Vilo surrender. And so, with the tentacles – far more than only three now –caressing and fucking the flock one by one, she got to work, lapping up her first mouthful of another woman’s nectar.

And with how sensitive even her tastebuds had gotten after she lost her sight, it tasted amazing.