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"HAHA, UP WE GO!" Carter heard his own voice shout whimsically as his arms jerked upwards against his will. A smile spread across his face at the whim of the spectral puppet strings only he could see connected to his lips. In the reflection of the stained glass in front of him, the blue dragonborn could see the spiritual figure behind him pulling those strings. Translucent in form, the lion with black sclera and strange glowing verdant tattoos over his wispy scarlet body wiggled shimmered like a mirage in the low light. His spectral mane wafted outwards in all directions in intricate wavy patterns. His paws held a pair of wooden marionette controls, the strings of which attached to the dragonborn's limbs, his joints and as of a few moments ago his vocal cords as well. "Look at him dance! Very stiff but I'm sure we'll find a way to--" The dragonborn resisted as well as he could before he felt his knees give way and his lithe, but resolute body began to do a stiff, uncoordinated double-time step. "--make some--" His arms jerked into an unwarranted jaunty rhythm. All the while he continued to look on from inside in horror as he heard his own voice taunt him. "--magic happen!"

RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME! He tried to scream, head burning with rage. In response to his threat, his throat released a haughty chuckle.

"Oh, I think we're perfect just how we are, little guy!" The apparition spoke with his mouth. His hands begin to unclasp his armor. The clatter once his sacred plate hit the floor echoed throughout the cathedral. With his lithe, blue-scaled chest exposed, he felt a shameful breeze wash over him as the figure snapped his holy symbol off his neck and allowed the sacred artifact to clatter to the floor. His humiliation would've been enough at that, but he could already see new strings leaking from the marionette bar, wiggling through the air like worms towards him. One by one they attached themselves along his joints and he felt the forced movements smooth out, becoming more natural. His body flexed a bicep to himself in the stained glass. "Ohhhh, yeah. We got a good one this time. Very nice of you to let me out of that casket, little guy. Though, you should've really listened to your fellow clergymen. I am grateful, however, make no mistake. It's good to get out and STRETCH THESE LIMBS!" He punctuated each word with both of Carter's arms raised towards the sky, tail swishing out behind him.

Carter felt a wave of dizziness as a spectral string connected to the back of his neck and a tingle of numbing magic ran down his spine. The spirit tilted his head left and right and he heard a few muscles in his collarbone crack. He would have growled if he could have. However, all he could do was mentally force his frustration upon this malevolent force. Release my body this instant! Even if you use me to escape, my fellow clerics and paladins will strike you down before you traverse three steps from this church!

"Ahhh, but why did you open my casket, I wonder," said the spirit, ignoring him. He took a sultry pose in the reflection and his hands lowered beneath his waist.

Wait, where are you reachi--ohhhhh-! Carter's eyes would have rolled back in his head if he still had control of them as the spirit draaaaaaagged an index finger along the length of his very hard cock. What...What did you--

"Oh sweetie..." his chin rested against his chest so the host could watch the fireworks and do nothing but stare as this demon teased his length. "Notice anything interesting?"

I...I don't... Carter was so overcome with pleasure that he took several long, bliss-fueled seconds to notice something peculiar and embarrassing. There are...there are...

His lips smacked with the sound of spreading inhumanly wide. "That's riiiiiiight. Look Ma, no strings!" Slender dragonborn fingers wrapped around his manhood. Tingles of arousal surged through him, euphoria overwhelming. Never before had the devout cleric been so helpless, so within another creature's control. Yet, his cock was not under his captor's control. "I don't touch your pleasure, dragonborn. No, I let you feel allllllll of that." The hands disappeared from his cock, but the arousal didn't diminish. If anything, the priest felt his length twinge with need, somehow overcome with approval at his lack of control. A flurry of strings sensing an opening in his defenses reached out, binding up his back even further. His thoughts grew distracted on the sensation of knowing he just dipped a little deeper under this spirit's power. They buckled and softened, head swimming with dizziness. "And you, my dear, have suppressed a very fun weak spot to exploit."

He felt the need to respond, to rebuke, but his thoughts were muddled, overwhelmed with this new sensation. Basic language took a beat to return. I don't...I mean--release me now and I will return you to your casket--

His train of thought derailed once more as he felt something cold and hard slide between his ass cheeks. He realized with panic and sudden arousal where his holy symbol got off to. "Say now, you loooooooooove your God so much, yeah?"

No, no, no, no, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

Precum splattered onto the altar. It was so disrespectful, so sinful, so forbidden, and GOD why was it so hot? Whatever sick, twisted part of him enjoyed this began to bloom like a flower inside him. Thoughts came more and more difficult as that holy symbol ventured further up his puckering hole. "Well now your God is fucking you. Is it everything you dreamed of?"

I...I... A small part of him wanted to say no. That part was handily quashed as he watched a single remaining puppet string dangle between his eyes. He followed as it swerved and swung and slithered like a snake. Whimsically the string danced as his holy symbol slid deeper and deeper inside him. All his last vestige of free thought could do was realize that this string was about to attach itself to his brain while the rest of him welcomed its journey. That string hit the center of his forehead, wiggling those spectral tendrils inside his skull to constrict and quiet his brain. In perfect unison, his holy symbol touched his prostate. His arousal peaked. Sensations of touch were limited to his pelvis where he could feel his cock hard and teased by his new 'roommate.' Whenever he got release didn't matter. Especially with that symbol sinfully grinding against his prostate, showering him in needy bliss.

"That's a good slut," he said. Without pants and cock pointed straight outward, Carter's former body walked out of the church and into the streets, puppet strings dangling from his fingers. "We have some work to do. But I'll take the wheel for a while. You just enjoy the ride, hm?"

His thoughts expressed joy, words forgotten. All he knew was pleasure. That was all the spirit left him. The pleasure of being under a superior being's will would be all the dragonborn knew until a brave adventurer cured him of his curse. But that wouldn't happen for a long time as his Master's strings cast a wide net across the kingdom. He had doomed his people and he nearly orgasmed from the degree of the sin.