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It was a dark and stormy night, a deafening torrent of rain pounded down upon the earth below as flashes of lightning briefly illuminated the dreary scene. This was the kind of weather where should one find themselves in a cabin secluded in the woods or an old manor, they would need be on the lookout for serial killers or ghosts of some kind. Luckily for young Darius, he not in one of those certain deathtraps, but was in fact in a temple to the Valorous Lady Iomedae, the very last place any evil would dare stick its hideous visage. Yep, nothing bad could ever happen here. Nope, not ever.

The temple was simply furnished. A red carpet running the length of the room, separating two rows of wooden pews, each one flanked by a pair of long candle holders. Hanging from a balcony, that went around most of the room, were alternating white and red banners, each bearing the depiction of a glowing longsword. At the end of the room was a small altar covered in candles and years of collected wax, a wooden podium stood before it.

Darius was manning the temple for late night worshipers or those in need of emergency healing, reading through a holy scripture to pass the time. He was a young, human male dressed in the red and white robes of a cleric. His long, brown hair hung freely past his shoulders. Around his neck hung a wooden carving of a sword, painted to match the same symbol on the banners next to him.

His attention was brought to the front doors as one was pushed open, allowing a drenched, elven woman to slip in. She wore a black and purple wrap dress and a pair of black astrid shows. On each ear was a golden earring set with a small amethyst stone. A silver chain hung around her neck, ending just above her cleavage. She pulled a black, wide brim hat from her head and tried her best to wipe the excess water from her copper-orange hair. Being as wet as she was, her outfit clung to her body, perfectly outlining her wide hips and large breasts. Darius dared to note how seamlessly the dress ran over her waist, suggesting she might not be wearing underwear.

The young cleric shook the lecherous thoughts from his head and addressed the new arrival, “Hello, miss. You must be soaked to the bone. Please follow me, there's a fireplace in the next room."

The woman looked at him with her sultry, yellow eyes, “Thank you. You are much too kind."

“Oh, think nothing of it," Darius said as he held open a door behind the altar.

As the woman walked past, Darius couldn't help but let his eyes drift down. Her sodden dress formed clearly around her shapely rear, and he could emphatically conclude she was not in fact wearing underwear. Darius blushed at the idea and hoped the dim lighting of the room would hide it until he calmed down. He avoided looking at the woman as he quickly shuffled over to the fireplace and ignited it with a small spell.

The room small was cozy, bearing only a single couch, a chair, and a table next to the fireplace, as well as a large wardrobe. The carpet, walls, and ceiling were all red in color. What light was in the room was provided by wall mounted candles. Upon the wall hung portraits of various moments during Iomedae's mortal life, the largest, above the fireplace, depicting her moment of ascension to godhood.

The woman sat on the couch and hugged herself, pushing her dripping breasts up in the process. Darius caught himself before he started staring and said with an outstretched hand, “I've been so rude this entire time. I am Darius the current cleric at this holy temple."

The woman took his hand and shook, “My name is Fel. Thank you so much for letting me come in from the rain."

“It really is no problem. Please, allow me to fetch you something dry to wear."

“Thank you again. I am rather cold thanks to these soaking wet clothes," Fel said as she looked down. Darius' eyes followed and he spotted her nipples poking against her dress. He quickly looked up and, blushing once again, went to fetch the woman some new clothes.

As the he rifled through a wardrobe for a spare set of robes in Fel's size, he heard her ask, “Are you the only cleric at this temple?"

“Oh, no. There are several other clerics, even a few holy paladins. They're over in the parson next door." After finding what he was looking for, Darius returned. “Sorry about this, but all we have here is cleric garb, heh heh."

“I'll take anything over these chilly rags."

“I'll give you some privacy."

“After I get changed, could you sit with me and keep me company," Fel said, patting the spot on the couch. However, before Darius could answer, Fel's pointed ears twitched as she became rigid. She held a finger to her lips as Darius opened his mouth to speak and slowly made her way to the door into the altar room. She peered through a keyhole and said in a low voice, “You have visitors. Bad ones."

“How do you-," Darius began to ask. “Wait what?"

Fel beckoned him over. The cleric knelt down next to her and took her place at the door. Though his field of view was limited, Darius could clearly make out several figures moving about the temple, placing things in bags. “Thieves," he whispered. “Who would have such gall to steal from a temple, let alone this holy bastion."

“They look like those crazy, separatist elves."

“I have to stop them," the young man said as he stood up.

“What. Are you nuts," Fel said as she yanked him back down. “These guys are hardened terrorists, you can't take them on alone. Sneak out back and go get the others."

“Um, there isn't a back exit. The door out there is the only way in or out."

“The fuck kind of shitty design is that. Have you people never heard of a house fire before."

“L-Language, Miss Fel. We're still in a holy place," Darius said, taken aback by Fel's sudden personality shift.

“I don't give a fuck. If you can't go for help then we just barricade the door and wait for them to leave."

“I can't do that."

“Holy, sacred, or whatever. It's all just stuff. Polished brass and candles are not worth dying for."

“It's not about that. I am a messenger of the goddess of justice. It is my duty face evil no matter what form it takes, or how hopeless the odds."

“FFFine. If your that dead set on throwing yourself to the wolves... Do you actually know how to fight?"

“Yes."

“Alright," Fel paused to think. “Stay here and empower yourself up as much as possible while I try and distract them. On my signal, come out swinging."

“What's the signal?"

“You'll know when you hear it," Fel said as she stood up. Darius stepped aside and began to mutter prayers and mystic words, as she slowly opened the door.

The robbers were a group of elves, all men, all wearing black and yellow outfits. They seemed too caught up in looting to notice her, so Fel let out a loud mock gasp. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look, several drawing weapons.

“W-What is this? Who are you brutes," Fel said, holding her hands up to her mouth.

One of the elves in the center of the room pointed a sword at her, “Don't move a muscle woman. What do we do with her."

“We can't leave any witnesses," one thug said.

“Aye, but if we kill her that'll cause just as many problems," another responded.

“Then we take the body with us. Dump it in the woods, let the wolves have it."

“Can't do it in here. You'll get blood every where."

The center elf spoke again," Fine, take her outside and slit her throat. We'll let the rain wash away the blood and we'll dump her before we cross the border."

Fel teared up and pretended to be afraid, “Goddess, please no! Don't kill me! I'll do anything!" Her eyes briefly flashed and the expression of the men in the room seemed to change. Fel smiled and cast away her frightened persona. In a sultry voice she continued, “I'll do anything." She calmly undid her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her wet, naked hourglass figure. She slowly crept forward, “I can be a good girl."

The head thug moved in to meet her, “Aye, would be such a waste to just throw you in a shallow grave." He brought a hand up to Fel's breast and gave it a rough squeeze. Fel whimpered softly in response. “When it's been so long since any of us have even seen a woman."

She brought a hand to thug's chest and slowly ran in down. “You'll be gentle with me, right?" Her hand went lower, eventually reaching the thug's crotch. She ran her hand over the noticeable bulge.

“I don't plan on being gentle," the leader growled.

“Oh? Good. Neither was I," Fel said before grabbing the man's balls through his pants and squeezing hard, causing him to scream. She lifted the elf over her head and yelled, “Signal!" before throwing her victim across the room into a thug on the other side.

Darius burst through the sitting room door wielding a softly glowing longsword, surrounded by a shimmering aura of golden light. He surveyed the room and froze as he spotted Fel, “Miss Fel! You're naked!"

“Shut the fuck up and help me kill these motherfuckers," Fel yelled before running over to a shocked thug and drop-kicking him into a pillar.

“Language, please."

Another intruder regained his senses just in time to avoid a swipe from Darius. The second time, the hostile elf was not as lucky and received a large, bloody gash across his chest. As he fell, his ally readied a bow and fired a shot at the cleric. Darius ducked behind a pew, the magic surrounding him deflecting the arrow before it could make contact. Across the room, Fel was viciously pummeling an opponent on the floor. Her keen ears picked up the sound of a charging attacker. She rose to face him, and took an axe blow between her neck and shoulder.

To the attacker's fear and astonishment, where there should have been a fatal wound was a blunted axe and an unflinching, unharmed woman. Fel looked the criminal dead in the eyes and gave him a predatory grin.

“W-What the hell are you," the terrified elf uttered.

“That's a secret," Fel whispered before grabbing the axe by the handle, wrenching from its wielders hand, and slamming the butt into his face.

Fel turned her attention over to Darius, huddle behind cover as a bowman pinned him down. A thug noticed his opportunity to strike and began to run over. Darius held his holy symbol to his chest, quickly saying a prayer. The wooden figure began to glow with a blinding, white light. The cleric stood and held his holy symbol aloft, a beam of searing light shooting forth. The approaching elf barley had time to move as the ray rushed past and impacted the bow wielding thug. He fell, a smoking scorch mark on his chest. The other robber had become distracted by watching his friend get hit and left himself open as Darius knocked him on the head with the hilt of his sword.

As the last thug fell, the elven woman surveyed the scene as Darius let the magic around him fade away. Whoever wasn't dead was out cold, and probably suffering from several broken bones, they were no threat anymore. “Well this night was a bust," Fel said as she walked over to where she dropped her dress. She picked up the damp cloth and slung it over her shoulder as she made her way toward the front doors. “I heard the empire has a bounty out for these separatist guys. If you can haul 'em over to the border, you can probably make a lot of money.

“Um, where are you going, Miss Fel," Darius asked as he stared at Fel's nude form, unashamed.

“South probably. I want to see what else this country has to offer."

“No, I mean are you leaving now?"

“Yeah."

“You don't have to. The storm doesn't seem to letting up anyway."

“Thanks, but I came here looking for some action. My whole “poor, soaked woman in need of shelter" bit kinda got ruined. You don't need to worry, it'll take way more than some rain to kill me." Fel made her way to the doors and nudged the unconscious thug boss and the guy she nailed with him out of the way with her foot.

As she started pushing against the door, Darius called out, “Wait!" Fel paused, turning her head to look at the cleric. “You don't have to act innocent, I mean you are very attractive regardless, and I would like very much to spend the night with you."

“Oh, but isn't that against the rules?"

“Well, no. There's nothing specifically stating priests can't have, well, carnal relations."

“But isn't this a holy place?"

“Well, yes. But, um, well, not in the back room, technically."

“Are you sure you want me? I'm a bad girl, Darius. A very bad girl."

“I, um, I like bad girls."

Fel fully turned around and began to sashay down the aisle. “You like bad girls? You like bad girls who run around naked and get into fights? More than sweet, little, good girls who like to cuddle on the couch?"

Darius blushed and briefly looked away. “Actually, yes."

Fel walked up to Darius and draped her arms over his shoulders. “And what about you, Darius? Are you a good boy? Because I love doing naughty things with good boys."

Darius gulped, “Yes, I'm a good boy." Fel began to move her lips towards his, when Darius interrupted, “Wait, can we do this somewhere more private." Darius motioned to the beaten intruders. “Plus, well, um...," he said as he flicked his eyes to the side to indicate something.

Fel looked over to see a large statue of an armored women on the altar. It seemed like the eyes were looking directly at her and giving her a disapproving vibe. “...Yeah, let's go back to the other room." Just before she slipped in the room, Fel took one last look at the statue. Yep, the eyes had followed her and the disapproval had intensified.

Darius held the door open for her, closing it once she entered. “So, I guess I should take my clothes off too," the cleric said, looking sheepish. Fel licked her lips in response. Darius undid his sash and slipped him arms out of his cassock, revealing the simple clothes he wore beneath. His shirt and pants soon joined his vestments on the floor. He lacked any significant muscle, but was in good shape, and more importantly to Fel, his dick was pretty big.

Fel immediately closed in, smashing her lips into his and making him bump into the door behind him. She placed her hands above him on either side of his head, pressing her chest against him. Initially shocked, Darius let his arms hang limply, before bringing them up to rest them on Fel's hips. The elf broke the kiss and whispered in her cutrr paramour's ear, “Don't be shy, move those hands wherever you want." Darius brought a hand to her breast while the other rubbed her butt, marveling at how smooth and soft her skin was. Fel moaned. “What do you like more, my big tits or my big ass?"

“They're both lovely, I couldn't decide," Darius breathed out. Fel kissed his neck, nibbling it. “Oh, m-my."

“Are you a good boy, Darius?"

“Y-Yes, I'm a good boy."

“Do you know what good boys get?"

“No, w-what?"

Fel kissed down Darius' chest and stomach, kneeling before his hardened manhood. “Good boys get their cocks sucked by slutty bad girls." She wrapped her lips around his head and took him all the way to the base.

“Oh, fuck," Darius whispered.

Fel pulled back, releasing the rod from her mouth with a pop. “Language, mister Darius. You're not becoming a bad boy, are you," she teased. With a chuckle, she returned to work taking the young priest's entire length as she moved her head back and forth. She stuck a free hand between her legs and played with herself, rubbing a finger on her pussy lips, moaning as the pleasure of teasing herself mixed with the feeling of Darius's dick filling her mouth.

Darius, still not sure what to do with his hands, lightly scratched his nails on the door he was leaning on, practically gasping each time Fel's lips swallowed him. Each time she moaned, it caused a pleasant vibration through his dick, causing him to moan in response.

Fel finally released him and started to slowly stroke him, her hand gliding along his shaft, slick with spit. “I'm amazed you've lasted this long. From how much I've been teasing you all night, I thought you'd be on a hair trigger. You don't need to hold it. Cum for me, cutey." She sucked on Darius' dick head as she stroked him faster. When she sensed him tensing up as his orgasm approached, she deepthroated him one last time. With a soft cry Darius came into Fel's mouth, the elf quickly gulping down the load as it spurted out.

She stood, taking the panting Darius by the hand and leading him over to the couch. She sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. She leaned in and kissed him, spreading her legs and fingering herself. “Look," she said, bringing his attention to her womanhood. “Look how wet sucking your cock made me." She stuck two fingers in as deep as she could, making sure to cover them in her juices. She brought the digits to Darius' mouth. Obediently he answered her silent request and took them in his mouth, savoring the taste.

They shifted around until Darius lie on his back with Fel straddling him, cooing as she rubbed her slit against his cock. “You ready, cutey?"

“Y-Yes," Darius answered weakly.

“Wanna see me do this with no hands," Fel asked proudly.

“Wha-ah" Darius could only gasp as the elf atop him bounced up and brought herself down onto his rod, taking every inch inside her.

“Yes!" Fel placed her hands on the young man's chest and wasted no time in riding him. “Oh gods, this cock is worth all the trouble I've had tonight!"

“Ah, Miss Fel, this is wonderful."

Fel straightened up, placing her hands behind her head as she bounced. “Yeah, baby! Grab these big tits, come on, don't be shy now!"

Darius reached up, taking hold of Fel's breasts in with both hands. “Y-Your breasts are so soft."

The elf placed her hands over Darius' and stopped pumping, instead gyrating her hips. “How you doing, hun? Is this all that you expected a night with a total slut would be?"

“This feel so good. A-Are you enjoying it?"

“Fuck yeah I am."

“L-Language, Miss Fel," Darius said with a small laugh.

“Nice, big dick and a sense of humor." Fel moved into a squatting position, hands on Darius' shoulders. “I am going to fuck you senseless, funny boy." Fel slammed her ass down, earning another gasp from the man beneath her. She quickly worked up speed as she roughly bounced. “Not too rough?"

“No! Please don't stop! This is amazing!"

“Oh yeah! Whose you're mommy! Whose you're mommy!"

“Y-You are?"

“Say it like you mean it! Whose! You're! Mommy!"

“You are!" Fel crashed her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth as she vigorously pounded away. Darius grabbed onto her ass cheeks, helping her come down harder with each thrust. He soon felt the pressure in his privates growing. “Miss Fel..."

“You gonna cum, baby? Then let it all out!" Fel continued her relentless riding, determined to finish Darius off. When she felt his grip on her ass tighten, she hopped off and quickly shifted herself down. She wrapped her lips around his cock, finger fucking herself to bring her own orgasm. At last Darius cried out in pleasure, hips jerking up as his hot cum coated the inside of her mouth. The salty taste of his jizz was all she needed to bring herself over the edge, and let out her own muffled cry of ecstasy. She swallowed the mouthful and collapsed, her head resting on Darius' waist, gently kissing his dick as it went flaccid, savoring the scent of sex in the air around her as it mixed with his.

“That, was the most fun I have had in a long time," Fel finally said.

'I enjoyed that as well," Darius said as he tried to sit up without disturbing Fel, eventually being satisfied with holding himself up with his arms. Fel's ears twitched again and Darius noticed, “More thieves?"

“No, it's only one person, but-"

A woman's voice called out, “Brother Darius! Are you alright!" The door to the room slammed open. Oh gods! The statue had come to life. No, wait. It was just an ordinary, angry paladin. Well, less angry more mortified now. Her eyes wide, she said nothing and slowly backed out, closing the door.

Fel looked up to see Darius' eyes were even wider. She couldn't help but laugh at his situation. “Oh gods, you are adorable, heh heh. I am definitely sticking around."