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The Order of Lumina

The life of a merchant is an adventurous life indeed. Is it as brilliant or as renowned as the life of a gallant knight, one who fights for home and country? Well... no. But is it as sedentary and mundane as the life of a farmer? Of course not! A merchant's life is a life of treasure, a life of travel, a life away from home! A life where one's house is often the caravan they travel in!

A life that can be so very... lonely at times. Doubly so when you can go weeks without seeing your wife.

He emerged from the back of his dusty a caravan, a young man in his mid-twenties. His hair was short and brown, his flesh was tan from spending so many hours in the sun, and he had a tall, somewhat lanky appearance to him. No, he was not some twig of a man, being more than used to moving heavy cargo around, but, let's be real, he was far from a strapping warrior. Especially with those glasses on his face.

His name was Henry. Henry Amer, to be exact, and he was the owner, proprietor, CEO, and every other term for 'boss' one could have of 'Amer Industries'. What is 'Amer Industries'? Don't feel too bad for not knowing; it was just the name he gave his humble caravan so that things sounded more grandiose.

Did it work?

He hailed from Galendale – a tiny, woodland village on the outskirts of Ash Kingdom – and ever since he was a boy, he was enamored by the machines and contraptions that came from his country. Unlike the others in the village who were all burly men content to chop down trees until they died, Henry wanted more in life. He wanted to do more than just stare wistfully from his window, daydreaming of distant lands, or reading of amazing stories and imagining himself being there. He wanted to adventure too. He wanted to see the world too!

So when he became a man at the age of eighteen, instead of following in his father's footsteps, he spent his summer building this very caravan here. Being a smart engineer, he was more than capable of putting together a sturdy vessel, one that could weather even the harshest of storms. And with his girlfriend at his side, aiding and teasing him every step of the way, he created something that, even now, he felt so much pride in.

Of course, that was six, no, seven years ago now. He was a starry-eyed teenager at the time, imagining his life as a merchant. Now he was living that life of a merchant! He was seeing those distant places he dreamed of! He was meeting those amazing people he could only read about! And yet, the greater the distance he traveled, the more he missed his humble home. Spending days, sometimes weeks away from one's wife will take its toll on anyone.

Among... other things...

“Now then! Did someone order a music box?"

The city of High Bishop! As the story goes, centuries ago, four wise men from four different corners of the country, all went on a journey at around the same time. They learned of great things during their travels, and spread their culture and teachings as well. And then one day, these four men going on a similar quest, all met here on these beach-side plains. Back then, there were no buildings, no statues, not even the great fountain in the center of the city. No, there was nothing, nothing but one another.

They came together, and all throughout the night, they spoke, sharing their travels and ideals, learning and teaching, all until the sun rose... and even further beyond that. And from this conversation, these four men came to a brilliant idea. To create a city, one that would play home and host to all manners of knowledge, from all corners of the world. The religious, the arcane, the political, the simple; all would be welcome here. To teach one another, to learn from one another, to advance culture and life as we know it.

But, again, that's how the story goes.

High Bishop was a large city filled with many bungalows, many boroughs, many buildings and places. Compared to his home in Galendale, this was like a vast ocean against a tiny pond. But due to having spent many years traveling through the country, Henry managed it well. When dozens of people crowd around his caravan, he sells his wares like the best of them!

By now, the sun had long since set, painting the skies in stars with the moon up high. Streetlamps were alight to bring light and life to the city streets. Earlier that day, there were multiple other caravans around as he and his fellow merchants sold their wares. But now it was just him, making his final sale of the night.

In his hand laid a music box, one that came from the desert nation known as Jyotisha. He hadn't gone there himself, instead having bought it off a merchant, who bought it off a merchant, who bought it off a young woman who lived in the desert land. But now, it was being sold to the young boy in front of him.

It was a sharp little trinket. A mechanical little box that was gold and black, with a gear on the side. When turned, it would play this soft lullaby that was native to Jyotisha, and the box would open up, revealing the desert land's beloved goddess. Adorned in stars and other celestial bodies, the metal box was as much a work of art as it was a music player. He could have probably sold this for several pieces of gold if he played his cards right!

But he didn't.

He once heard from a fellow merchant, that it was their job to sell their customers what they need. Sure, it was a business, but they didn't need to be cruel, amoral, emotionless businessmen! At the time, Henry didn't understand. But at moments like this...

“Wow..."

He understood exactly what that other merchant meant.

Slowly he handed the music box to the boy in front of him. He was only about seven or eight years old, with short black hair, and these beautiful blue eyes. When he held the music box in his tiny hands, his eyes grew twice, no, thrice as wide, marveling at the mechanical wonder. Softly, he thumbed the crank, turning it and turning and turning it until--

Swip!

Ding! Ding! Dong! Dong! Ring! Ring! Rung! Rung!

“Wwoooooowwww!!!"

It began playing its wonderful music, further marveling the boy. His bright face and beaming expression, completely warmed Henry's heart. In a way, he saw himself in this boy. He was very much the same way at his age.

“Mommy! Mommy! Do you hear this?" asked the boy as he turned to the woman at his side, “Listen, listen! It's playing music!"

“I hear it, Connor, I hear it!" she said.

Slowly, Henry brought his gaze up to the woman at the boy's side... and only one word came to mind.

Breasts. Big. Busty. Bouncy. Breasts.

She was a woman around his age. Perhaps a few years older, give or take. She had long brown hair, youthful features, such stunning blue eyes... and, oh yeah, such big, busty, breasts! Perhaps it wouldn't be too much of an issue, but it was the summer seasons, so she was wearing this sundress which offered quite the lovely view of her cleavage.

Remember what was said earlier? About how lonely his life as a merchant can be? And the toll it takes on him? This was one such issue... and it was a big one. Now, look, Henry is a man, a faithful man! But a man nonetheless. He has his needs, his desires, and he handles them like any adult would handle them! But moments like these weren't abnormal; they were becoming quite frequent.

As he traveled throughout the lands, he came across such a wide variety of women. Beautiful women around his age. Mature woman with an air of elegance. Young girls who were so incredibly cute. He met them all and he marveled at them all, but not in a way a man – let alone a married man – should. Henry's body would heat up, and his gaze would focus on their curves, their hips, their legs, their breasts.

Somehow, he hid it well.

“It sounds so lovely!" said the boy's mother as she turned to face Henry, who was looking back with rosy cheeks, “Mister... are you sure my son can have this music box? It looks so expensive!"

“It's fine!" he shouted back, before coughing in an attempt to regain his composure, “Sorry... didn't mean to raise my voice so loud. Ahem..." he smiled at her in a genuine manner, “It's fine. The music box was just gathering dust in my trailer anyway! I'd say for price... a few pieces of silver would do."

“Only a few? My word," said the woman as she reached away into her purse, “You're being far too kind."

“Ah! I'm sure you're son will give that music box a really lovely home," Henry replied as the woman handed him his payment, “That's all I really need! Promise!"

“Thank you so much! My Connor's been struggling to go to sleep at night. With this music box, I'm sure he'll sleep well tonight!"

“I could only hope."

With the payment made, the woman and her son began walking away, leaving Henry beside his caravan. He stood there, waving at them, up until they turned to finally make their way home. And he remained standing there, his bespectacled eyes having focus squarely on that woman's butt. From side to side he watched it sway, imagining what it would look like without her skirt on.

Ah... just a few moments; that's all he wants. He'd stroke her butt. He'd squeeze here butt. He'd spank her butt. He'd lick it, he'd kiss it, and he'd fuck it. He'd fuck it so damn ha--

Smack!

“Nnghh!"

Striking his cheek, Henry quite literally knocked some sense into himself. Seriously, what the hell was he doing? Fantasizing about another woman!? Yes it's been weeks since he last saw his wife, weeks since he last felt her touch, but that's no excuse to start lecherously gazing at the body of another woman! And what if that woman's husband was here? He'd be rightfully angry with him!

Leaning against his caravan, an exasperated sigh left Henry's lips as he palmed his forehead. Disgust and shame both funneled through him as he thought about his darling wife. What would Tawna think? Well, if she was here, she'd punch the lights out of him! And, really, he'd deserve it!

Well, at least the day was done. The city street he stood on was empty, save for a few people walking here and there. He could relocate to the marketplace deeper into the city, but following this little moment, he just wanted to retire for the evening.

Slowly, he walked towards the back of his caravan, opening its door. With it being his home during his travels, he didn't stay at any inns. Really saves on travel expenses!

But before he walked into his trailer, he turned one last time to face that woman and her child. Again, Henry's lusts emerged... and again, he felt ashamed of himself...

…

Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!

But not too ashamed.

“Haaah! Haaah! Aaah!"

Cameras were a rarity in Galendale. Being a small village with lumber as its main export, it didn't have a photo studio, or anything like that. So when Henry finally got his hands on a camera box, the first thing he did was take many, many photos of his darling wife. He remembered the embarrassment Tawna showed those weeks, as it seemed as if every other moment, he wanted to take a picture of her. He needed those photos to give him company during his lonely travels, and thus he kept them up almost everywhere. He had photos of her on his desk, photos of her on his walls, yes, he had photos of her on his bedside loft. However...

All of those photos were flipped down. The last thing he wanted right now, was to see the smiling face of his wife look back.

Henry's caravan was far larger on the inside than one would give it credit for. A rather tidy man, he kept his wares neatly stored away within his trailer, giving him optimal room to move around in when he wasn't selling anything. At the very top of his caravan was a loft, where he slept during his travels. There were various blankets and cushions around, giving him a soft space to lay in. But right now, his candle was not lit so that he could read or write, no... his candle was lit so that he could better see himself.

A soft napkin wrapped around his cock, Henry fervently masturbated, the heat and sweat of his aroused body permeating his loft. So much lust and desire pumped through his veins, driving his hands to pump along his cock with an ever increasing fervor. His thick dick pumped and throbbed within his hand, having long since reached its maximum length. All he needed next was that blissful, blissful climax, but his mind was lagging behind.

His mind.

He used to imagine his wife when masturbating at night. That was common. Tawna was the only woman whose body he had ever known; the only woman whose body he ever cared to know. But, again, he used to imagine his wife. After a while, that just wasn't good enough. Imagining Tawna only frustrated him further, knowing he couldn't be with her.

Thankfully, he was a traveling merchant, meaning he got his hands on quite the... ahem... alluring products. Of particular note, he had these playing cards known as hanafuda that came from the land known as Solaria. But on the surface of these exotic cards, were drawn these beautiful and erotic images of women. In the past, said cards had been quite the comfort during lonely nights.

Unfortunately, after a while, even they weren't enough to satiate his desires. He needed new porn, be it books or pictures. But it seemed with each passing day, his stash of pornographic materials grew too familiar, too boring. So he turned to his imagination, and his imagination was quite adulterous.

That woman from before. That woman with her son. That woman with the big, busty, bouncy, breasts. Eyes closed, Henry imagined that woman. He imagined her smiling at him after selling that music box for a cheep price. He imagined her wanting to thank him more personally. He imagined her sending her son off to go find his father, while he invited her into his caravan.

He imagined her removing the corset around her waist, and pulling down her bustier. And then those big, busty, bouncy breasts, would be free. He'd touch them. He'd grope them. He'd place his lips on her nipples, and he'd suck them. Oh, she was a mother too, and a youthful one at that, so she'd be lactating still. Tawna was yet to have child, probably due to his many days spent traveling.

Ah, but this woman? She'd have milk to spare. Henry would suck on her tits until they were dry and her nipples were swollen. Then she'd return the favor. She'd pull off his belt buckle, and she'd sandwich his cock between her tits. Such soft tits, with a slight firmness to them as well. When she cradled his dick, it would be like being held hostage by marshmallows. Then she'd stroke her tits up and down, up and down, up and down. And she'd get faster. And she'd get faster. And she'd get faster! And just when he couldn't take it anymore--

“Aaah!"

Spurrrrt!

He'd shower her tits with his shameful seed, painting her face and breasts white with cum... much like he was covering his hand and dick.

Henry's climax was swift, but no less eye opening. Sitting there in his loft, the post-nut clarity struck him like a bull... and increased his feelings of shame and guilt. For a few moments, he almost refused to acknowledge his own actions, like some bratty child. But then he raised his hand, getting a view of the cum he stained upon himself.

“Aaaah... in Hela's name... what is wrong with me...?" he bemoaned.

Drying his hand off of cum, Henry looked over towards the small desk in his loft. He used it while writing, whether it be in his diary, or notes about his wares. There upon it laid his candle... and a photo of Tawna, which he had laid down flat. Reaching for the picture frame, he came close to flipping it back up... only to shake his head and leave it down.

No... what he needed right now was air. Air away from the odor of his sweat and masturbatory heat. Air away from his shame.

Dressing himself in slacks and a shirt, Henry emerged from his caravan. It was the dead of night – about 4 or 5 AM in the morning – and all of High Bishop was quiet. The summer heat was strong in the air, and yet, the silent city streets were thick with fog. A bit eerie, but at this rate, he'd take it over being stuck within his trailer.

Down the city streets Henry walked, trying to free his mind of his adulterous thoughts. Trying... and failing. Ignoring them didn't work, and confronting them was too difficult. What he really needed was Tawna herself... or...

DING! DONG!

Religion...

Henry came to a stop and looked over. Next to him were the stone walls and steel gates of a church. It was a modest cathedral both impressive yet small. In its front yard there laid a stone walkway which led up towards the church's entrance... as well as statues and busts of supposed angelic creatures. Why 'supposed'? Because of all this fog. It was difficult to tell exactly if these were angels, deities... or something else.

But one thing he could see was the unique symbol on the gates of the church. It was of a crescent moon, with star within its center. Palming the insignia, he wondered if he had ever seen something like this before. But... no... he's seen many religious symbols, learned of many faiths that others believe in. But this? This was unique.

Eeeaaarrrrrrrrrrrrkkk!!!

“Gah!?"

Pulling back, Henry looked at the gates as they slowly slid open. He only leaned his hand against it, yet that was enough to make them howl throughout the night! Looking around, he feared that making such a noise would annoy others who were no doubt sleeping at this time of night. But, no, High Bishop remained as sleepy now as it had ever been.

Slowly, Henry looked forward, gazing towards the church. If the gates were open, then that means someone had to be inside, right? Perhaps a priest, a pastor, or some other religious worker? Right now, Henry would take a janitor! He'd talk to anyone if it meant finding some solace from his adulterous thoughts.

Sighing, Henry walked up towards the chapel, and placed his hand upon its door... where the exact same thing happen. With no lock to speak of, the door opened up, though with a considerably softer sound than the gates before. For a moment, Henry hesitated, wondering if he were perhaps intruding. But, no, the gates and doors were open, right? And inside, there was light.

Entering into the cathedral proper, he emerged into an empty house of worship. Its pews were black, its rugs red, and its walls were silver. But its stained glass windows were most brilliant of all. They showed... moons... stars... and a goddess among them. Remarkable and majestic, these windows seemingly told the story of this goddess, who descended from the moon itself.

Marveling at the windows, Henry slowly came down to the front of the church, where he stopped and gasped. Standing there behind the pulpit, was the silver statue of a woman. She had short hair, and an incredibly voluptuous and – dare he say it – erotic body. Such wide hips, such a thin waist, and these big, busty, bountiful, breasts! Breasts so big, that you'd want to lay your head on them for hours.

Oh... by the gods! Was he truly this depraved!? Was he so aroused – so horny – that he went as far as to defile the icon of a religion with his mind!? He focused so much on this statue's breasts, that he almost ignored the unique horns which extended from her head!

Biting into his bottom lip, Henry fell back on a pew behind him, sitting upon it with his hands on his head. He tried so desperately to get the image of this goddess' bust out of his mind, but that only served to make him think about it more! And the more he thought about it, the more shame he felt! Again and again and again, it just would not go away!

“Hello?"

“Ah?"

Henry froze as that voice called out to him. Dropping his hands, he stared wide-eyed to his right... where he met the red eyes of another.

She was a short little thing. From head to toe, she barely came up to his stomach. From her head spilled long indigo hair, which was tamed into flowing twintails. Ah... and she also had these horns. The jagged, black, horns. Horns with these sharp, fine-points at the end of them.

Like an elf, her ears were long and pointed. But she wasn't an elf, not with that furry tail sticking from her backside. She was a draph, a bovine-like race of humans. That explained the horns and the tail... it also explained her breasts. Her big, busty, bountiful, breasts!

Being honest, her figure was utterly stacked. Not only was her chest big and busty, but her hips were wide, and her thighs so thicc. Her midsection was also narrow, gifting her this voluptuous figure despite her short form. A shortstack. A shortstack nun. This woman was a nun! He could tell by her clothing, being black and white... though it did show off quite a lot of her legs, and there was a window in the front, allowing anyone and everyone to gaze upon her deep, plunging cleavage. That's... not typical nun attire, is it?

Wait... WAIT!? What is he thinking!? Not only did he lustfully gaze at a religious statue, but now he was ogling the body of a nun!? If he felt shameful before, then what was he feeling now? Disgrace!? No! He was feeling something so beyond 'disgrace', something so beyond 'shame', that there wasn't a word strong enough to explain it!

Gritting his teeth and palming his head, Henry again fell over in defeat while the nun at his side gave him a pensive and worried look. Despite his sullen demeanor, she didn't approached him, instead sitting down on the pew next to his side.

“Mister...?" she said, her voice so soft and tender, which further made Henry feel ashamed.

“I'm sorry, Mother," he apologized, his hands dropping from his head as he fell back upon the pew, “I am so very, very sorry."

“Sorry...?" she repeated, before sliding in closer to the point that their hips were touching, “Then... you have come to the right place, Mister. In the house of the grand goddess Lumina, there is no sin that cannot be absolved. And from the looks of things..." she leered at him, “You look like you could use some help."

“I...!"

Henry stopped before saying another word. Looking over towards the nun at his side, he came face to face with her kind and reassuring smile. It beamed at him, warming his stormy heart, while her red eyes glowed with this tinder kindness to it. Seeing her caused him to exhale deeply.

“I'm sorry, Mother..." Henry whispered, “I've... just been so... wound up lately. It's... it's hard to explain..." he shook his head, “I shouldn't burden you with my problems."

“No, don't feel that way," said the nun as she grabbed his hand, holding it with her small and warm touch, “Lumina welcomes everyone. No burden is so heavy that she cannot help you with it. If anything... you should trust the goddess to carry your burdens for you."

“Hm... Lumina...?" he repeated, “Is... is Lumina the name of your goddess? Is..." he pointed at the statue behind the pulpit, “Is she Lumina?"

“Kufufu... yes, she is," replied the draph, “She is Lumina, the Lunar Mother. Ah. Where are my manners?" bringing up a hand, she rested it upon her bountiful chest, “I am Mother Terra Noire, and this is the church of Lumina. It is my pleasure to meet you Mister...?"

“Henry. Henry Amer," he replied as he gave her a hapless smile, “Thank you for allowing me to sit in your church, Mother, but..." he shook his head, “I swear, I don't wish to bother you with my troubles."

“But you came in here for a reason, did you not?" Terra replied, “It would be pointless for you to leave now. So, please..." again, she pressed in closer, her hand dropping down to gently pat his thigh, “Tell me what is on your mind, Mr. Amer."

“I... uhhh..."

Closing his eyes, he wondered if this was sacrilegious in some way. He had his own sect of gods he worshiped, and... well... until now, he had never heard of a goddess named 'Lumina'. Then again, his religion was polytheistic; there could be a Lumina somewhere there. But, no, that wasn't the problem here. He just didn't want to share his personal problems with a cute nun such as her.

But when he looked at her face, he felt compelled to share. She was smiling at him, while clutching his hand atop his thigh. The warmth which resonated from her was as soft and as gentle as a flame. The more Henry tried to hide his burdens, the more he felt the need to share them. So...

He shared them.

“Where do I begin..." he muttered in a defeated manner, “Aaaah... I'm a merchant, Mother Terra. I travel for days – sometimes weeks – across the land. I sell my wares to a wide variety of people, and see so many wondrous things."

“Kufufufu... it sounds amazing," she said, to which he nodded.

“It is," he answered, “But... ah... it all comes with a price. You see, I'm married. I have a beautiful wife waiting for me at our home in Galendale. Her name is Tawna, and she's without a doubt the best thing that could happen to me. She's so strong, and has this feisty personality. Haaaaah..." he smiled wistfully as he thought about his wife, “I miss her so very, very much..."

“Then... what is the issue...? Your marriage sounds perfect."

“It would be, but..." Henry shook his head, “I so very rarely get to see my wife. Since I'm always traveling to sell my wares, I spend so little time with her. And I can't bring her along with me, because she still has duties she has to fulfill at her parents' farm. Aaah..." he shrank a bit, “I want to take her with me. I want her to come with me, but... I want to move her out of Galendale. I want to get her a big house in a nice city, not in or farmlands."

“Ah... I see... you miss your wife. Kufufu... how cute," said Terra... before she shook her head, “But I know there's more to it than that. If you only missed your wife, then you wouldn't be as distraught as you are now. So please, keep going, Mr. Amer."

As she spoke, the draph leaned in even closer. Mouth gaping, Henry watched as she pressed her breasts up against his arm, squeezing him softly. He tensed up, then gritted his teeth, trying to contain himself as the nun came closer and closer. Did she not realize how close she was? Or how lewd her actions were? Again, her breasts were squeezing up against his arm!

Her big... voluptuous... juicy... breasts... hnn... they cradled his arm so perfectly... ooh...

“Mother...?" he whispered, averting his eyes as a blush appeared on his cheeks.

“Yes?"

“I... um..." sighing, he shook his head, “Just today... I sold a music box to a boy and his mother. She was a beautiful woman, and... shamelessly... I could not take my eyes off of her, and my mind shifted to... less pure thoughts. In my caravan earlier this night – before I came here in fact – I pleasured myself not to the thought of my wife, but instead to this woman whose name I do not even know! I..." he palmed his head and shook it, “I've never felt so ashamed in my life."

“I see," Terra whispered as her face turned thoughtful, “So much time away from your wife, has made you miss your lover's touch. And now, such shameful, impure thoughts are filling your mind. Even though you have done nothing, you feel as if you are sinning through your mind alone. I understand."

“I'm sorry, Mother, truly, I am," Henry apologized, “I shouldn't bother you with my shameful thoughts. Someone as... pure and virtuous as you shouldn't need to listen to someone like me."

“No, no, do not feel that way, Henry," Terra said as she gave him a delighted smile, “I'm happy you decided to share your burdens with me! If I can be of some help – some solace – to you, it would make me so very happy."

“I assure you, Mother, just having you listen to me rant, has felt like a weight has been pulled from my shoulders," Henry said as a genuine smile appeared on his face, “This is the first time I've admitted to my issues."

“But confessing your issues is only the first step, Mr. Amer," said Terra as she looked up at him, “I fear if we do not tend to your sins immediately, you'll only relapse as soon as you return to your caravan. Hmm... if I may..."

“If you may... what?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

“In the order of Lumina, we have a custom, where members of our church help to cleanse the sins of others. The sins of adultery are troubling you, Mr. Amer. So..." leaning in, her red eyes stared into his hazel ones, “Will you give me your sins?"

“Give you... my sins...?"

Mesmerizing. Terra's eyes were utterly mesmerizing. Staring into her red eyes, and gazing upon her smiling face, was like looking into a portrait of shear beauty. Henry felt himself lock up as the nun looked at him, and shivers traveled down his spine. Something about this was... irregular. And yet he could not look away.

Terra's hand gripped his hand tight. Holding him by the wrist, she guided his hand up towards her breast. Again, Henry tensed up, but he remained there, frozen solid by the draph next to him. Turning his hand around, she caused him to cup the underside of her bosom, letting him feel how big, how heavy, and how soft it was.

“Aah...? M-Mother Terra...?" he whispered as his fingers twitched at the bottom of her breasts, desperately wanting to squeeze her, but holding himself back from doing so.

“Give me your sins, Henry," said Terra, her tone sultry... her tone erotic... her tone like a siren's call.

And her face was so different. The once delightful and beaming smile she wore, had vanished. Replacing it was a face of desire. Her eyes were leering at him in a erotic manner, and her lips were curled into a devilish smirk.

Devilish...

He was immobilized... paralyzed... incapable of looking anywhere else. And with her hand on his, he could not move away from her tits. Speaking of, she gently clutched the back of his hand once more, finally pushing him to grip her breast... and then squeeze it. His fingers sank into her bosom, feeling just how big, heavy, and soft it was. Even though he was gripping it through her attire, it was like he was touching clouds.

Big... soft... clouds...

“Mother... Terra...?" said Henry, to which she leaned in even closer.

She snickered in response, and grew even more brazen. From the bottom of her bosom she pulled up his hand, now placing his palm squarely upon her tit. And again she pressed her hand over his, forcing him to again squeeze and grope her breast. This pliability! This size! This heft! It was all so damn perfect!

“Will you give me your sins, Henry?" asked Terra, causing him to snap his eyes away from her tits and instead towards her face.

He paused for a moment... swallowed his spit... and then nodded.

“Yes..."

“Kufufufufu... good..."

Terra didn't hesitate.

Pulling his hand away from her tit, she clutched it close while her red eyes stared into his. He was gasping like a lost child, but she was smiling at him in a calming, soothing, reassuring manner. Her other hand meanwhile reached down, where it began to palm at his crotch.

Alarms and horns were blaring in Henry's mind. What was Mother Terra doing!? Her hand – her gentle, tender, yet firm hand – was stroking his pelvis! On the other end of his slacks laid his manhood, which steadily began building up in vigor and arousal! This was wrong! He knew it was wrong! But when he stared into Terra's eyes he felt...

Compelled...

Though his body remained tense, he remained docile to Terra's ministrations, allowing the nun to continue stroking his cock through his pants. Her every touch caused his manhood to swell further and further, eventually causing a sizable lump to form in his slacks. It grew so bad, that his trousers felt more like a coffin than they did pants!

Giggling, Terra brought her hand up to his belt buckle and undid it. The soft 'Click!' echoed through the cathedral, followed by the 'Zzziiiiiip!' of his pants. It all tickled Henry's mind, all further telling him that this was not right! But when he looked over at Terra, and looked into her amazing red eyes, he again felt calmed... soothed... quelled.

Mother Terra was just helping him with his sins. That's all.

Realizing this, he began to relax as he let loose a deep breath. Her eyes remained locked on his, her one hand still holding his, while her other hand reached down to stroke upon his ever swelling manhood. With his pants opened, she reached her hand down into his underwear, touching flesh directly. A gasp left Henry, for her hand was so soft and gentle as it began stroking at his cock directly.

It took a bit of fishing, but the erotic nun eventually wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a tinder squeeze, before pulling it free from the confides of his underwear. Out in the holy cathedral, Henry's manhood stood tall, long, and burly. Terra's eyes grew wide and a gleeful smile appeared on her lips as she looked down upon it, before sweeping up to stare back at his face with a more devious look.

“Such an impressive and gifted tool," she remarked as her hand gently stroked along his cock, running from the base to the tip in pleasurable strides, “And it's jumping so much. I can see now why you are suffering such problems. Truly, this sinful member needs to be properly treated."

Up and down, her hand gently traveled along his cock, further stimulating him, further building up his arousal. Precum drizzled down his dick, slicking and sliding down his shaft, and staining Terra's hand. But the erotic nun didn't mind, nor did she stop. She squeezed his dick, harder and harder, before slowly bringing her head down.

Her cute little nose hovered near his cock, nostrils flaring as she took whiffs of his randy scent. Up and down she sniffed his member, making Henry groan out loud. He could feel the heat from her body, followed by the touch of her hand as it dropped down to cup his balls. But this was just the preliminary; she was just getting a feel for him. His scent and odor, and soon... his taste.

“Nmmph~ mmmmmm..."

“Aaahhaaaah!"

Terra's mouth wrapped around his cock!

The hot and moist depths of the erotic nun's maw, perfectly captured his throbbing member. The roof of her mouth pressed it on one side, while her tongue cradled the bottom. Spit and drool oozed from the creases of her lips and traveled down the fullness of his cock, while her hand continued to fondle and massage his balls.

Deeper along his length Terra delved, pushing his cock further into her mouth. Henry groaned and leaned back on the pew as the nun's passionate and skilled fellatio caused his body to rumble. Her tongue was feisty, stroking up and along the sides of his length. She traced his veins, then slid around the glands of his cock, and even traveled down its middle ridge.

“Mmm~ Slrrp! Nmmm~ Slurp! Hmmm~ Slrrk! Emmm~"

“Aaaah...! Nnn...! Mother Terraaaaaa...!"

The sounds of Terra's lewd fellatio bounced around the silent cathedral around them. Her skill was flawless, and now she was growing accustomed to his girth. With an increased pace, she sucked on his dick passionately, her head bobbing up and down on his member. He felt his cock constantly slide from her pursed lips at the tip, all the way down to her throat, and back. Over... and over... and over again.

“Gggaaaaah!"

Placing his hand on the back of her head, Henry clutched it gently. His fingers grooved through her indigo locks and his head leaned back, gazing up towards the statue which stood behind the pulpit.

This was happening, wasn't it? A nun was sucking his dick in the middle of a church! It was all so slow, so passionate, and so erotic! And it was being witnessed by the grand goddess Lumina herself! Her statue looked down upon them, unflinching in its lurid gaze. And Henry looked back, mesmerized by her, while his hand continued resting on the back of Terra's head.

Who is Lumina? Who is Terra? The more he thought about it, the fuzzier his mind became. The last vestiges of his mind that told him this was wrong, were being pushed to the wayside. No, this wasn't wrong. He wasn't cheating on his wife. He was just giving his sins to Terra.

“Gggk!"

And his sins were beginning to bubble to the surface.

Henry's cock tightened within Terra's mouth, and his balls did likewise. A surging began roaring through his loins, which further affected his mind. Grabbing upon one of the nun's horns, he coaxed a curious yip from her lips, but he was too far gone to notice. He just pulled back his hips, and--

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Terra was such a small woman... such a small, stacked, thicc woman. And yet, Henry – in his lust-drunk state – gave her no quarter. But she was not bothered by this in the least bit.

His hard and rigid cock pounded into Terra's mouth, thrusting so far and deep that he penetrated her throat. And, by the goddess herself, Terra's throat! He'd never felt such a tight passage in his life! Not even when Tawna was at her most sordid could his wife muster such pleasure! And when Terra swallowed, she drew all the sweat and precum off of his dick, while her throat clamped down even harder around his length!

And that tight squeeze, the tightest, most pleasurable squeeze he had ever felt--

“Aaaah-ggghh!"

Spurrrrt!

It was more than enough to finally push Henry over the edge.

Eyes closed and teeth cliched, the merchant unleashed a torrent of jizz into Terra's awaiting mouth. It wasn't just one blast, or two, or even three! But seven! Seven blasts of cum which all launched out of his cock and balls, and right between the draph's erotic lips! So much seed not only filled her throat, but further drenched her mouth, covering it in copious amounts of spunk that made it impossible to taste, or even smell anything else! All the while, Henry sat there on the pew, clutching and holding Terra's head close to his dick, and absolutely refusing to let up until his climax finally passed.

And even then, it felt like forever.

“Aaah..."

Falling back on the pew, he pulled his hand free from Terra's head, allowing her to move herself. But she didn't. She stayed attached to his dick for several more moments, where she swallowed the last bits of seed from off his dick. Then and only then did she pull back, when his cock was properly cleaned.

Sitting on her knees beside Henry, she closed her eyes as she savored the taste of his spunk. For several moments, he watched as she enjoyed his cum, all while wearing this face of glee. If sunshine and rainbows could be emitted from a human being, that's the face she was making right now as his spunk coated her maw. Her tongue swathed and swished his seed around within her lips, tasting it, enjoying it, indulging in it.

And then finally...

“Gulp!"

She swallowed it down.

Red eyes opening, Terra looked up at Henry with this warm smile on her lips. He was still dazed and rightfully confused, his mind struggling to play catch up with what occurred. But the erotic nun didn't hesitate to stuff his manhood back into his pants, zip it back up, and buckle it.

“There," said Terra as her eyes looked back into his face, “I have taken your sins."

“My... sins...?" Henry repeated, to which she nodded.

“Yes, your sins. By taking them from you, I have purified you of your issues. Do you not feel airy now, Mr. Amer?"

“I... um..."

Closing his eyes, Henry felt like he had been punched. Something occurred here, but... he couldn't remember what it was exactly. Terra sucked his dick, right? That's an act that should be seen as adultery. Should be... but he didn't feel that way. He didn't cheat on Tawna! Terra just accepted his sins! That's it! She just performed a duty of her religion.

Her religion...

“I... do fell better," Henry said as he smiled and stood up from the pew, feeling invigorated, “No... I fell better than just better! I feel great!"

“Kufufufufufufu! That's amazing to hear, Mr. Amer!" said Terra as she clapped her hands together, “It is my honor to help weary travelers such as yourself!"

“I... I could not thank you enough, Mother Terra," Henry said, his tone genuine as he placed his hand upon her shoulder, “Thank you and your goddess. I don't think I could possibly thank you enough."

“Don't be so modest. I was merely performing a duty normal of my order. For only through Lumina can our sins be purified."

“Only through Lumina..." he repeated.

Slowly he looked up to the statue behind the pulpit to again gaze upon the grand goddess. This glorious bust depicting the lunar mother, bore witness to the act of purification by its argent worshiper. Such a beautiful and erotic deity... and a vaguely familiar one as well. Looking at her statue, Henry found himself gazing between it and Terra at her side.

The faces... the eyes... the shape of the head... it all looked so similar. How odd.

“Um... Mother Terra?"

“Yes, Mr. Amer?"

“I... I uh... I..." he shook his head, “N-never mind. I just want to thank you again for this. Maybe now I can finally get a good night's rest."

“Of course, Mr. Amer," she replied, “Kufufufu... I hope the goddess gives you sweet dreams. And... Mr. Amer?"

“Yes?"

“If you feel burdened by your transgressions while you're here in High Bishop, please return to me," she gave him a smile, her tongue even licking at her lips in a lewd display of hunger and desire, “I will gladly accept all of your sins, so please, do not hesitate to give them to me."

Henry tensed up as he gazed upon Terra and her lewd expression. Again his mind warned him that something was definitely not right here, and again he felt those thoughts be pacified. Instead he thought back on the fact that he was going to be in town for several more days. It would be easy for him to just visit her every now and then, right?

There was nothing wrong with that... right? So...

“Sure... I'd love to."

…

Another day, another doubloon.

It was evening time. The sun was setting, painting the skies a myriad of brilliant reds, to oranges, to purples, to indigos, to blacks. At this time of day, the marketplace was alight with others who were selling their wares. Hundreds, no, thousands of conversations were going on at this moment, as patrons bought various items from various sellers.

And there amid them all, was Henry.

The Amer Caravan was parked next to a store selling clothes, and another store selling exotic foods. Behind the counter, Henry was casually collecting things to sell, be they toys that were popular in Galendale, or exotic trinkets he had amassed throughout his travel. Business was going well so far – typically selling items to starry-eyed children – but as he hung up a stuffed animal he had gained from Vescus...

“By the gods! What a cute doll!"

A voice rang out.

Henry turned as he put on one of his beaming smiles. Selling items was never difficult to him; he enjoyed it now just as much as he ever did! But in front of him was not a boy or a man, but two young women. Two young women in tight sundresses, ones that also had equally as short skirts. The corsets they wore were not only tied tight around their slim waists to flaunt their figures, but they also pushed up on their bodices, making their perky chests appear even more pronounced. It wasn't too difficult to see either, since their dresses had quite the cleavages.

Cleavages seemed to be rather... ahem... popular in High Bishop.

But, no, that's not the problem here. These girls – one a brunette and the other blonde – giggled as they looked at Henry's wares, while he stared back with cheeks red and face blank. He fidgeted in place as he stared at the two young women, paying close attention to their perky chests, their slim physiques, and their long, luscious, legs. He paid so much attention that he almost didn't catch it when they spoke to him.

“Hey, Mister!" called one girl – the brunette – jolting Henry in place.

“Yes!?" he said, causing the two to giggle, which gave him enough time to regain some modicum of composure, “I mean... ahem... yes?" he then smiled in an earnest manner as he leaned over on his trailer's desk, “Is there anything you two are interested in, madams?"

“Yeah, we are," replied the blonde as she giddily hopped up to the desk, where she leaned over on it, “That doll there! The one of the horse! Can I see it?"

“The doll...?" he muttered as he faced it, “R-right! The dooollll..."

It was a majestic looking stuffed animal, being a horse with white fur and a golden mane. Picking it up from off the rack behind him, Henry gave it a few gentle squeezes, before placing it on the counter before him.

“This doll comes from Brastralle," he said whilst flashing them a smile, “Have you ever heard of Dimitri? Dimitri Classil? He was an amazing battler who hailed from Brastralle. They say that his skill with the spear was second to none, and that he went on many quests in service of his land. So much so, that his name eventually become legend. This doll was made in his likeness."

“It looks so cute," said the brunette as she stared at the doll, “Can I squeeze it?"

“Sure, go ahead."

The young woman didn't hesitate to grab the doll, where she pulled it into her arms and hugged it against her bosom. It was a tight embrace... so tight in fact that it further flaunted her perky tits as they pressed against the soft doll.

“Hey! Nyla! Don't hog it all to yourself!" shouted the blonde at her side, as she too began hugging the doll... which, of course, caused her perky chest to appear fuller and more pronounced.

The two sat there, hugging the doll one after another. It was a cute display to all... but Henry. His mind racing, the merchant's lecherous gaze could only focus on their breasts, staring at them as they hugged the doll. And when he did look away, it was to instead focus on their legs.

“Mmm...! It is soft..." said the blonde, “I could squeeze this for hours..."

“Hey, Mister... how much for the doll?"

“How much...? W-well..."

Both the blonde and brunette looked up at him, giving him these cute, curious faces. By comparison, he looked slightly befuddled, what with his red cheeks and sheepish smile. For a few moments, he wondered what to say to them... because his mind kept going to--

SexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSexSex!!!

Fortunately, Henry had better control over himself than his desires. After looking away, he took in a deep breath and exhaled it, before looking back at her with a more affable smile.

“Dolls like this are a dime a dozen in Brastralle," he said, “But here in High Bishop, they're exotic. So... um... I'd think only three bronze coins are more than enough."

“Three bronze coins?" said the brunette, “Ah! I have plenty of those!"

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out the money needed to buy the doll and handed it to Henry. With a smile on his face, he graciously accepted her payment and... ah... for the briefest of moments, their hands touched. And her hands were so lovely.

It lasted no longer than a fraction of a second, and yet he quickly committed her touch to memory.

“Thank you, Mister!" said the blonde as she and her friend began pulling away, “It's a really cute doll! And thanks for the history lesson!"

“Y-yeah... s-sure... don't mention it," Henry replied as he laxly waved farewell to the two young women.

His smile remained, so too the red blush on his cheeks. Such lovely girls, they were... and such lovely bodies. They carried themselves with this youthful grace and stride, which Henry found impossible to not marvel at. So he marveled. Oooooooh, did he marvel.

He watched them walk away from his caravan whilst hugging their doll close, and his mind began to wonder. They were such thin, young, petite, and no doubt weak girls. Henry was far from the strongest, but even he could easily force them into compromising positions. Just follow them down some alley, use a bit of his strength, and they'd submit. No doubt they were docile; they couldn't imagine fighting back. And he'd use that to his advantage. He'd--

SMACK!

WHAT. THE. HELL. WAS. WRONG WITH HIM!?

These lewd, sordid, sinful thoughts! They overwhelmed his mind! It's one thing to imagine sleeping with another woman, but now his imagination had gone so depraved that he actually thought about raping someone!?

WHAT IN THE GODS' NAME WAS WRONG WITH HIM!?

Henry was so ashamed of himself, that he slowly sank behind his counter. There he sat for what felt like half an hour, merely sulking in his own disgust, and questioning what was happening with him. How did his life come to this?

How?

He needed help. Like, serious help. He feared if this went on, his corrupted mind would drive him to do something he'd never be able to forgive himself for. Whether it be cheating on his wife, or doing something even worse, Henry didn't want to figure out.

But where would he get that help? When he closed his eyes and thought about it, his mind came up blank... for only a few moments. Then the darkness was shattered by the short, stacked, voluptuous body of a certain draph.

Mother Terra Noire... she invaded his weathered mind like a true glimmer of hope. When he thought about the erotic nun, Henry felt himself calm down and relax. A smile even spread on his lips while her words replayed in his mind.

If you feel burdened by your sins while you're here in High Bishop, please return to me. I will gladly accept all of your sins, so please, do not hesitate to give them to me.

Yes, his sins. He could give Terra her sins, and in the light of the grand goddess Lumina, he would be absolved. With that in mind, Henry felt invigorated, and stood up from behind his desk. The first thing he was going to do, is return to the erotic nun who aided him before.

“Sir? Are you selling anything?

After he finished selling his wares, of course!

…

There it was: the church of Lumina! Its familiar steel gates sat before Henry, while the silver moon hung up high. Like a starving man in a desert, Henry gazed upon the chapel like it was his one saving hope from the terrors of his sordid mind. And just like the previous night, the gates weren't locked, as they slid open when he placed his hands upon them.

He quickly ran to the cathedral doors, pushing them open with a desperate need. Entering into the church proper, he placed his hands to his mouth like a makeshift horn, and called out the name--

“Terra! Terra!"

But his calls were met with silence.

Slowing down, Henry spun around a few times in search of the diminutive draph. But he saw not horn nor tail of her... nor did he see anyone else. It was completely empty in the church, save for the merchant... and the statue of the goddess which overlooked everything.

Coming to the church's crossing, he came to a halt before the alter, and looked up to the statue of Lumina. She stared back at him, immobile... and yet somehow alive. At least, Henry felt as if she were alive. With her warm, inviting face, and her larger stature, the Lunar Mother felt like what she is; a mother. He imagined hugging her would be akin to embracing one's mother after a terrifying event. And even though this statue of Lumina was just that, a statue, Henry felt so safe in her presence.

“Lumina..." he whispered.

“Mr. Amer?" a voice replied.

Tensing up in place, Henry spun around, where his eyes fell upon Terra. She stood behind him, a curious and concerned look resting on her face. But he was so overwhelmed with joy, that upon seeing her, he rushed in and--

Glomp!

“Ah! M-Mr. Amer!"

Bringing her up into his arms, Henry hugged Terra tight. He even lifted her up, showing how strong he could be... and how tiny she was in comparison! The diminutive draph easily fit into his arms like a child! Even her weight felt nice in his arms... and her breasts pressed hard against his chest.

Such soft breasts...

“Terra! I'm soooo happy to see you!" Henry exclaimed as he embraced her, “You have no idea what happened to me today. I feel so... so very terrible."

“Hm...? You do?" she said as she pulled back to look into his face, where he gazed at her with an expression of sorrow and defeat, “Oh dear... Mr. Amer..." placing her hand on his cheek, she clutched it gently, “You look terrible. What happened to you?"

“I... haaah..." placing her down on a pew, he knelt before Terra, and laid his head into her lap. Her soft, warm thighs felt better than any pillow, soothing him... calming him...

“Remember yesterday when I ran into you?" he asked, “How I told you about my thoughts? How I pleasured myself to a woman that wasn't my wife? Aaahh..." closing his eyes, he took in a deep, deep breath, “Today, an even worse thought came to my mind. Haaaah... two girls came to my shop... they couldn't have been much older than seventeen or eighteen... I sold them a doll they thought was cute, and..." his face scrunched up, “I imagined what it would feel like if I assaulted them. I fantasized briefly of forcing myself upon the both of them, and making them submit. I... I!" clutching his head, he dove himself deeper into Terra's thighs, “I don't know what is wrong with me! These thoughts! These are not my thoughts! I've never even thought about doing something like this! And yet I imagined it! What... Mother Terra, what is wrong with me?"

He was on the verge of tears as he poured his heart out to the nun. These thoughts terrified him, and what's worse is, he didn't know how to stop them.

But as his worries continued to mount, Terra reached down, and placed her hands upon his cheeks. Gently she clutched him, soothing him with her touch, and then guiding his head away from her lap. Looking up Henry's eyes met hers, and the lovely smile she had on her lips.

Her lips...

Closer and closer they came as her eyes slid shut. For a moment, Henry remained still... but then his eyes began closing as well.

Chu...

In the silent chamber of the church, Henry and Terra shared a kiss. It was a soft and chaste embrace of the lips, one which went on for several long moments, and further relaxed his weathered soul. But then, the erotic nun began maneuvering open his lips with her own. Docile, he allowed her to deepen the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Between their mouths, their tongues danced, swapping spit momentarily, before finally pulling back.

A bridge of spit hung from his lips to Terra's glorious lips, one which glistened in the light of the church like a bridge of pearls. This kiss – while brief – was undoubtedly the greatest kiss he has ever had. Even the kisses he's shared with his beloved Tawna paled in comparison to this kiss. Henry sat there with his mouth open, his tongue still swiveling about within his lips, as if desperate to feel Terra's touch again.

“Mother Terra..." he moaned, to which she giggled, before raising her finger.

“It seems my fears were correct. You relapsed upon leaving the church," she remarked, “These terrible thoughts haunt you like a lewd ghost... I will not stand for it. So..." she smiled and nodded, “I will purify you again, Mr. Amer," turning, she pointed towards the distance, “Come with me to the confessional. I shall accept your sins in there."

Dazed, if not outright hypnotized, Henry began following the nun towards the distance. Her grip on his hand was somehow both strong yet tender. Gentle enough to feel like a caress, but mighty enough to tell him that escape was impossible. Not that he was trying to escape as he stumbled along behind her, being overwhelmed by her allure, her charm, her beauty, and her sensuality.

Why was a nun wearing such skimpy clothing? The cleavage she spouted in her uniform, her legs which flowed long from her short, short skirt, the pelvic curtain which slid down the middle. If she so much as jumped too hard, or moved too fast, her most sacred spot would be exposed to everyone.

But the church was completely empty. There were no other nuns, no priests, no pastors, no nothing. It was just them... and the confessional hall at the back. Here, there were doors upon doors, all lined up in rows. Despite his dazed status, Henry felt as if this hall was a bit... weird. The way the doors were lined up, and how the red rug ran through it all, brought to mind a different place. It felt less holy and more... seedy.

Before he could say a single word, Terra came to a halt and opened a door, revealing a small room. It was no bigger than a stall, being capable of holding just two people in it; her and him. Sitting on the plush seats of the room, Henry stared forward to the wall in front of him, seeing nothing but a curtain-covered screen in front of him.

“These are our confession booths," Terra explained as she sat beside him, her red eyes gazing upon his face, “In here, my convent and I accept the sins of those who seek absolution. So, please... allow me to satiate your weary soul."

Closing his eyes, there was a brief moment where Henry felt apprehension. Like he was realizing the rather... ahem... unique ways the Order of Lumina accepted sins. But as he sat there with his eyes closed, there was a moment where the darkness was broken by the image of those two young girls again His lewd imagination ran wild, creating images of the blonde and brunette in various stages of undress!

But before these sordid nightmares of his could grow too constricting, he felt the touch of a hand; Terra's hand. It clutched his hand gently, and dispelled these lewd thoughts which threatened his marriage. Opening his eyes, he looked over towards the erotic nun at his side, reading the smile which sat on her lips. It was kind, reassuring, and soothed his warring mind.

“Please, Mother... help me," he pleaded.

Terra nodded.

“Of course, Mr. Amer."

Turning away from Henry, Terra reached over for a small compartment that sat beneath the curtain in the confessional. Opening it up, she revealed numerous bottles. Bottles of what? Bottles of lotions and soaps.

Glued in place, Henry could do nothing but watch as Terra thumbed through her collection of salves. Each one came in a variety of different scents and flavors, their tops denoting which was which. It all went over his head, but the erotic nun seemed to focus on a few she found particularly enjoyable.

“Here we go~" she said, this teasing snicker leaving her devilish lips, “I adore the smell of honey, don't you? It's so sweat. It dances in my nose for hours."

“Yes... hm... it is... uh..." Henry replied as she turned to face him, “Mother Terra... how will you be accepting my sins this time?" closing his eyes, his cheeks turned red, “The last time you did so, you... ahem... you..."

“In the eyes of Lumina, the body is a glorious treasure," Terra said, “It is why we members of the convent are as personal as can be. There is no shame in sharing ourselves with those who need aid, like you. So in order to absolve you of your sins tonight, I shall perform the act of zurification in order to aid you."

“Zuri... fication...?" he repeated.

“Kufufufufu~ just lay back. Sit still," Terra winked at him, “I'll handle your sins."

His sins? Yes, his sins. He wasn't doing anything lewd or inappropriate with this beautiful and devout nun. He was just giving her his sins. This was all apart of her religion; nothing more. So – doing as Terra asked of him – Henry relaxed into the seat beneath him.

Gazing down, he watched as the diminutive draph stood before him, her hips swaying. One hand rested atop her glorious chest, attracting his eyes as he watched it rise and lower with her every breath. Such perfect tits; their shape, their size, and the way they glowed in the light of the booth, all made them impossible to gaze away from.

In Terra's other hand she held a bottle of honey-scented lotion. Licking her lips, she pressed her thumb beneath the top, pushing it open with a loud 'Pop!'. Henry flinched from the sound, but he could not bring his eyes away from the erotic nun's chest.

Slowly, she brought over that bottle of balm... and tipped it over. From its open tip flowed that honey-scented salve, her tits now lathered in lotion. It oozed down the curvature of her heavenly bosom, sliding into her cleavage, and making her entire chest glow. Now more than ever, Henry's eyes grew wide in awe, while his manhood swelled in his pants.

But Terra wasn't done yet. Putting the bottle of lotion aside, the diminutive draph placed both hands upon her tits... and began to massage them. Her slender fingers worked in tandem, kneading the flawless flesh of her bosom to work her lotions deeper into her skin. She squeezed her chest, groped them, pushed them up, then let them drop, all as the scent of honey filled the room more and more and more.

Her tits now lathered in golden soaps, Terra reached out for Henry, who remained trapped in place by her glorious bust. He did nothing, allowing her to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and then zip it down, opening his fly, and bringing his throbbing manhood out.

“Oh my~" said the nun as she stood before him and his cock, “It's so much bigger than it was before, Henry! Don't you see?" bringing her hands over, she gently clutched his cock, coaxing groans from his lips, “Does it hurt?"

“So much," he replied, “Nnghh! So very much!"

“I'm not surprised. Your sinful thoughts and lustful nature, have all built up into this raging tool between your legs. If you hadn't come to me, I fear what you would have done. Perhaps you would very well have assaulted those girls you came across..."

“Hnng...? Do you really think that?" he asked, genuinely terrified that he would have done something so terrible.

“There's no telling..." she replied, “But do not fret," and then her lips curled into a devilish smile, “I will tend to your sins, and cleanse them from your naughty body."

Reaching up, Terra gripped the bodice of her nun attire... and pulled it down.

“Aaah...!"

Henry's gasp bounced off the walls of the tiny booth as he bore witness to her bare breasts. And they were glorious. Their size was great... greater than he originally believed in fact! Terra's dress were squeezed on her bosom, holding it in place! But now that they were free, he realized just how large they were. Larger than his head. Larger than his darling Tawna's bust.

And their shape? Ooooooh, their shape. They curved like perfect tear-drops, capped with nipples that were pink and hard. And with the honey-scented lotions oozing down her form, her bosom radiated in the light from above.

Mesmerized by her chest, Henry reached out for her, only to stop himself. But Terra giggled and nodded, giving him permission to touch her as he pleased. He didn't hesitate to take advantage of this, as he placed both hands upon her tits, and gave them a hard, tight, squeeze.

“Aaaaaah...! Hooooh..."

So... fucking... soft!

The previous night, he was only fortunate enough to touch Terra's tits through the confides of her attire. But now he was touching them directly; flesh on flesh. And she had such perfect flesh. It was incredibly smooth and remarkably soft. Squeezing them was akin to squeezing the world's most perfect stuffed animal. He just never wanted to stop!

So he didn't stop. Henry's hands wrapped around to the sides of Terra's chest, where he pressed and squeezed them in. The erotic nun giggled and shook her head, but did nothing to stop her enamored paramour. He looked so cute with his wide eyes and gaping mouth; like a boy learning the pleasures of a woman for the very first time.

Plap-Plap!

When he pulled his hands back, Terra's tits fell and jiggled, taking what felt like minutes to finally wobble to a halt. But Henry didn't give her the chance before his hands assailed her again, bringing his hands to the bottom of her chest this time. Again he squeeeezzzzzeeed her bosom, sinking his fingers inside for what felt like inches... before releasing.

“Kufufufufufu~"

Terra's giggles filled the confessional booth. Henry was utterly enamored with her chest; he could look nowhere but at her. Once her tits stopped their jiggling, he drew his hands around to her nipples at the front. For a few moments, his index fingers swiveled around her areola, before coming in to pinch, poke, and prod at her nipples.

How could breasts this perfect exist in this world? For as wrong as it is, Henry mentally compared the body of this erotic nun, to the body of his darling wife and... well... there was no comparison. Tawna's chest – for as amazing as he thought it was – paled in comparison to Terra's bosom. The diminutive draph's chest was both large, soft, and still had such a perkiness to them.

Again; how could breasts this perfect exist in this world? They just couldn't right?

All the while, Terra stood before Henry, letting him play with and explore her heavenly bust. Her red eyes locked in on him, and her tongue greedily licked her lips, while her hands pressed to the sides of her bosom, offering more of it up to him. She didn't say anything; she didn't need to say a word. She just let him touch, let him feel, let him learn.

This was the glory of Lumina.

Henry's hands finally pulled away, but not because he wanted to. Terra started moving in closer, bringing her hands to rest upon his hips and waist. Bringing his eyes away from her tits, he gazed up towards her face, reading the look of desire she wore. That licking tongue, that pink energy in her eyes; she lusted for him, she hungered for him!

Wait... pink...?

Plap-Plap!

“Aaaaah...!"

His thoughts were cut short.

Terra's tits. No... Terra's heavenly, large, soft, pliable, tits, fell around Henry's cock. This felt better than his hand. This felt better than velvet sheets. This felt better than Tawna's womanhood. This felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his entire life.

Henry leaned back in the booth, his mouth opening as he gave a deep moan. All at once, he felt energy rush through his body, causing him to tense up! And just as quickly, all that energy left him, making him fall over. Fortunately, Terra's horns were there. Grabbing a hold of them – one in each hand – he braced himself against her, even as his back arched and gasps left his lips.

“Kufufufufufu~ there, there, Henry," whispered the erotic nun, her voice as heavenly as her breasts, “Allow me to perform my zuirification, and alleviate you of your sins."

“Yes, Mother..."

A smirk adorning her lips, Terra placed her hands to the sides of her bosom. Pressing her tits together, she created a tight passage of warm tit-flesh, which cradled Henry's cock, holding it hostage. Though... could you really call him a hostage when he wanted to be there?

Experiencing Terra's bust was truly like experiencing a life-altering event. The warmth, the pliability, the smoothness; it was all truly perfect. Teeth clinched, Henry gripped even harder upon her horns as the diminutive draph began her zurification.

Up and down, up and down, up and down, Terra's tits began running the full gamut of Henry's cock. His dick was long and thick, but even it paled in comparison to the erotic nun's heavenly chest. Poking through the valley that is her cleavage, he watched his cock appear and disappear, over and over again as her breasts moved up and down.

But Terra didn't stop at just dragging her tits along his cock. Gripping her tits by the sides, she began stroking her bosom along his dick with alternating strides. One tit would rise and push to the left, then she'd raise the other tit and push to the right, stroking his cock with her breasts like they were the soft waves of the ocean. She'd even tease his glands with her hard nipples.

Such flawless skill with such flawless tits, was almost enough to make Henry cum on the spot! His toes curled within his shoes, and he gripped her horns as tight as they possibly could, all as she treated him with her superior abilities. In a way, it almost made him feel like a virgin all over again!

For – you see – Henry knew the truth. He knew the only reason why he wasn't spraying his seed all over her tits, was because Terra was keeping him on the edge. At any moment she could ramp up her titjob, and he'd be overwhelmed. So the slow build up to that blissful edge, was all the erotic nun's doing.

And he loved it.

Eyes widening, he watched as she began swaying her tits along his cock, batting it side to side. And then she grabbed her breasts by the bottom, lifted them up... and dropped them!

PLAP-PLAP!

“Oh!?"

“Kufufufufu~!"

The full weight of Terra's tits, fell down upon Henry's cock and waist like soft, smooth, bricks! He groaned from the fiction and his body jerked up, causing his hips to thrust his cock upwards through her cleavage! She giggled again, he moaned again, then stared down towards his dick. It was throbbing so much, and it was so damn red and thick! It almost looked like he'd explode!

Never had he experienced a feeling to this level! Again, Tawna just could not compare!

“Oh dear," said Terra as she looked down towards his throbbing dick, “So many sins, Henry. Do you see? Do you understand now why your thoughts turned to such depravity? I shudder to think what would have happened had you not come to me. So let us not dally any further."

Looking back up towards him, Terra gave Henry a reassuring smile. Then her hands reached up, grabbing his from her horns, and pulling them down. Gently she placed his hands atop her tits, where she palmed the backs of his hands, forcing him to squeeze and clinch her bosom. Getting the idea, he gripped Terra's breasts hard, holding them in place.

“Give me your sins, Henry," Terra whispered... though her tone was different from the last time. Instead of this being a suggestion, or a request, it suddenly sounded like an order. He will give her his sins, and he will do so with enthusiasm.

At first Henry hesitated. But then he drove his hips back, and shot them forward.

PLAP!

“Aaah!"

With one mighty push, his thick member slammed through Terra's tits, making her breasts bounce. And when they bounced, they bounced. Her tits continued to jiggle for what felt like an eternity, before finally settling back down. It was such a glorious sight, that it alone was enough to convince him to drive his hips back, and thrust them upwards yet again!

PLAP!

And then he just kept going and going and going!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Such warmth! Such softness! Such smoothness! Such perfection!

Henry gasped and groaned as he fucked Terra's tits with all the strength that his hips could muster! Here in the confession booth, the sinful 'PATS!' and lurid 'PLAPS!' echoed without end! The draph's voluptuous breasts, constantly jiggled and jostled as he humped against her, while their soft texture ran along his dick! He could feel it tease his shaft, his glands, his veins, his base, his everything! All the while, he stained and marred her bosom with his clear precum, which oozed and drizzled like syrup on a pancake!

It was just as sticky too.

As his shameless moans filled the air, Terra joined him as she placed her hands to the sides of her breasts. Together with Henry, she squeezed her tits around his cock, creating an incredibly tight gap which only increased the pleasure he felt! And yet, even with them both holding upon her breasts – even with that tight gap which created so much pleasure – Terra's tits still jiggled!

The erotic sight, the erotic sounds, and the relentless fucking, all built up Henry's impending climax! He wasn't just going to explode with cum, his dick was a damn volcano! He was about to erupt, and absolutely drench Terra's tits in nothing but spunk!

And she knew this! Her red eyes glowing, the diminutive draph was prepared to accept all of his sins. Looking down, she watched as his throbbing, red cock constantly shot through her cleavage. The slit of which oozed so much precum that refused to stop! It looked so good... so delicious... Terra licked her lips... and then opened her mouth wide.

“Hnnnmph~~~! Mmmmm~"

“Oh!?"

Even with her tits around his cock, Terra pressed her mouth down around the first inch or so of his member, swallowing it. Her expert tongue swiveled around the glands of his dick, teasing and stroking him, while her breasts covered the rest. There was nowhere to run. Whether it be her soft and warm tits, or her skilled and wet mouth, Henry was utterly trapped by the erotic nun.

Raising his hands, he again gripped Terra's horns, holding them tight as he drove back with his hips, and then shot them skyward--

PLAP!

Again...

PLAP!

AGAIN!!!

PLAP!

Henry's dick pushed through Terra's breasts, and shot straight into her mouth and throat! But she didn't cough, she didn't wheeze! She took every inch of his cock, even as he made her throat his home! She licked it, she slurped it, she sucked it, and she swallowed it! And Henry gave it to her!

“Aahh! Haaah! Hooooh! Aaaaah!"

SPURT! SPURRRT! SPRRRT!!!

“Nnmmmpphh~~~"

Cum. Hot, virile, cum. It erupted from Henry's dick, flooding and staining Terra's mouth and throat... but somehow, even that wasn't enough to contain it! Cum exploded from the diminutive draph's mouth, where it streaked and splintered along his cock in wild lines like a spider's webs. It even went so far to mar her tits, surprising the merchant!

He could cum that much?

But even with this copious amount, Terra didn't groan. She sat there, attached to his cock for several more moments, her eyes closed in a state of bliss. Moaning around his member, her tongue licked his cum up, before she pushed herself down on his dick, completely deepthroating him. And when she pulled herself back up, not one bit of seed remained.

“Nmmm~"

Much like the previous night, Terra held his seed in her lips, swashing it around with her tongue. Its salty taste, its bitter flavor, its thick texture; she indulged in all of this, before tipping her head back and finally--

“Gulp! Gllp! Ggglllp! Aaaah~"

Terra's mouth opened, exposing strands of cum and spit which hung from her lips. Looking down, she gazed upon his cum as it oozed down her bosom. So thick... so white... so warm... aaah...

“Kufu... kufufu... kufufufufu~" her eyes came back up, looking him in his dazed face, “There, Henry. The zurification is complete. Nmm~ your sins... I have taken them from you. Your violent thoughts towards those two young women... they will no longer plague you."

“I... aaaah..."

Closing his eyes, Henry leaned back against the wall and let loose a deep breath. He felt as if a great weight had been pulled from his shoulders, liberating him from his own burdens. When he imagined those two girls who bought a doll from him, no longer were his thoughts filled with depraved and sinister desires!

“I... I feel great!" he said, a hapless smile appearing on his face.

“That's lovely to hear, Mr. Amer," Terra replied as she reached over towards the shelf in the wall, grabbing a nearby towel to clean the cum and lotion from her glorious tits.

“I... I really don't know how to thank you, Mother Terra," he said, watching as she pulled her bodice back up, covering her chest, “Twice now you've saved me from myself. Is... is there anything I can do for you?"

“Is there...?" she replied, before shaking her head, “Of course not, Mr. Amer. Helping those rendered weary by their sins, is my honor and duty as the vessel of Lumina."

“The vessel of Lumina...?" he repeated, to which she shook her head.

“There's no need to worry yourself about it," she said.

Coming close, Terra sat upon Henry's lap, her legs parted by his waist, and his pelvis grinding against hers. Oh, he could feel the thin layer that was her panties as it ground against his cock. Perhaps that was purposeful, as the erotic nun gently wiggled her hips, further grinding against his lap. Henry bit into his bottom lip, attempting to stifle involuntary moans, while Terra raised her hands, placing them on his neck and shoulders.

“You are a good man, Mr. Amer," she said, her red eyes peering into his brown ones, “Your wife is fortunate to have you."

“I... I uh..." he blushed and looked away, “Thank you, Mother Terra. Ah?"

Her hand came over, resting on his cheek. Bringing his gaze back towards her, Terra again looked deep into his brown eyes. For a few moments they sat like this, with neither side saying a single word. But then the erotic nun moved her face in, pressing her lips to his. Henry pressed back, where their tongues gently began swaying with one another.

It was a soft kiss. It was a passionate kiss. It was an amazing kiss. It was a kiss that went on, and on, and on. Soft moans, clicks and suckles left the two as they kissed, and they kissed, and they kissed.

And they kissed...

…

His trip to High Bishop ended in success. All the wares he wanted to sell were gone, leaving his chest filled to the brim with bronze, silver, and yes, gold. Adding this to his savings, he was coming closer and closer to buying Tawna that house she deserved. Dreams of having servants to tend to his wife's every whim, would not be dreams for long. He'd one day make a business deal so great, that she'd never have to work again.

But, baby steps, baby steps. He was still in his twenties; he'd get his dues one day.

But today...? Today...

“And that makes that," said Henry as he pulled back.

His candle alight, it brought to life his modest little desk. Before him was a notepad, of which within its pages were contained hundreds upon hundreds of entries. This was all of his business transactions he had made, and this was just his week in High Bishop alone! If we combine this with his success in Capital City Providence just earlier this month, he'd be set for several months going forward!

Just thinking about his fortune was enough to bring a beaming smile to his face. Come tomorrow morning, he'd be returning home to Galendale, and returning home to his darling wife. She'd be just as overjoyed as he was once she witness all the richest he was bringing home! There they'd spend as much time together... before his eventual departure reared its head.

Just imagining it was enough to bring a frown to Henry lips as he descended down to the base floor of his trailer. It seemed as if the more he traveled away from Galendale, the more he longed for his home and his wife. While he absolutely adores the adventurous life of a merchant, and meeting all these people is amazing, he'd be lying if he said he didn't long for home from time to time. If only there was a way to travel through all these lands, and not miss his wife at the same time. But Tawna has duties to her farm, ones she can't so easily leave from.

If only... if only...

This was not his first time bemoaning this fact, and it would be far from the last, but that didn't make him any less frustrated. So he did what he always did whenever his mind was filled with negative thoughts. He left his trailer, locked it up... and headed for the tavern near by.

“Good evening, Mister!" said the waitress upon his entrance.

“H-hey!" he replied, his cheeks red from a slight blush.

Dorn's Alley, was this tavern's name. And like many a tavern he had been in throughout his years, it was a place as boorish as it was big! Dozens, no, hundreds of conversations were going on at the moment, as alcohol and food mixed together at tables and the counter top. There was a singer on stage performing for the guests, the bartender rushing to deal with all of the patrons, and walking between them all were waitresses.

Cute waitresses. Young waitresses. Waitresses with these bodices that showed so much cleavage, and skirts that showed so much leg. Hm... ah, but that's to be expected in a bar as seedy as this, isn't it?

Sitting down at a table, Henry leaned over on his elbows, his hands resting on his face. Before him he watched as the waitresses ran around, zipping from person to person, giving them their drinks, and their meals. And he just sat there, watching them, impressed by how efficiently they worked... and how cute they were as they did so.

Human women, beastkin women, it did not matter, not to him. They were all remarkable and beautiful in their own right. Particularly, there was this one waitresses who stood out from the rest. She was taller than the others, bustier too. Her hair was short and red, and she had this abrasive, standoffish nature about her. Whenever a patron attempted to get handsy with her, she'd punch their lights out! She didn't need any bouncers to protect her!

And then that tall redhead woman, came walking over towards Henry. She had this annoyed glint in her eye, as if already frustrated with him. And he continued to sit there, looking up at her in a mesmerized manner. Her busty chest, her powerful legs, her sharp eyes; she reminded him of--

“Hey, buster," she said, snapping him from his thoughts, “Are ya orderin' somethin'? Or are ya just gonna sit there, droolin' like an idiot?"

“H... huh!?" he replied, jolting in place, “Oh! Heh heh... r-right... sorry 'bout that. Um..." rubbing the back of his head, Henry looked up to the waitress with a sheepish look in his eye, “I'd... I'd really like some mead. Your sweetest stuff in fact..." he smiled at her, before raising his fingers in a 'V' formation, “Two cups... filled to the brim, if you don't mind."

“Hm? Two cups...?" replied the redhead as she looked around in a cursory manner, “For... you and... who? You've been sittin' here alone for the past fifteen minutes."

“Well... um... with you," Henry replied, a grin adorning his lips, “If you'd like to join me!"

The redhead cocked her head, confused by the merchant and his request. He wanted to share a drink with her? Gotta say, that's never happened before! The men in this bar usually go for other waitresses, not tall ones like her. And for Henry – this bespectacled guy – to ask her for a drink, made it even odder. He wasn't like the other types who were around them right now.

She thought about it, mulled it over for a few moments... before shrugging her shoulders. Why the hell not? She could use a drink right now. So she smiled and nodded at Henry, causing him to chuckle back.

“Sure... why not?"

…

“Mmmph! Mmm! Hnnn!"

“Mmmph! Mmmmmm! Hmmm!"

What was this woman's name? During all the time they spent drinking with one another, laughing and listening to one another's stories, he never once heard her name. Or – more accurately – he couldn't remember her name. He was sure she said it at some point... but it no longer registered in his mind.

All he could focus one was the taste of beer... and the dancing of tongues.

In this alley, somewhere behind the bar he was just in, Henry and the redheaded waitress clung to one another. She was pressed up to the wall, her eyes closed and lips parted, as the hungry merchant feasted on her lips. Lurid and loud moans left their lips, filling the air around them as they kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

A rush of lust and desire flowed through Henry's body. He didn't know this woman's name, but that didn't stop him from adoring her body. She had this brawny strength to her, this power in her arms and her shoulders, her legs and her midsection. Clinging to her was like clinging to a marble statue! He just didn't want to release her!

And her breasts. Oooooh! His hands squeezed upon her tits through the bodice of her uniform, where he learned how firm they were! Her tits barely bent, barely broke! They held strong against his lustful fingers, no matter how tight he squeezed them!

But she didn't remain idle either. Amid their furious makeout session, the waitress gripped back upon Henry, hugging him close. For a merchant, he really knew how to use those fingers of his! There was a strength behind his squeezes, one telling her that he was used to manual labor... and knew very well how to please the body of a woman.

Desperate for air, the two pulled away from one another, though their nose remained touching. Keeping close, Henry gazed into the green eyes of the redhead in front of him, who stared back into his brown ones. They were panting, breathing the same air as one another, while their lips and tongues came dangerously close to dancing yet again.

Were they drunk? Yes. The mead Henry bought was far stronger than he expected it to be. He was no lightweight, but moonshine is moonshine. At some point, you're just drinking ether!

Honey-soaked ether... mmmm...

In this moment, Henry closed his eyes. It took him a few moments, but he was capable of rubbing his drunken brain cells together, making him realize just how wrong this was. This woman before him – this beautiful, abrasive woman – was not his wife! And while he may be buzzed from drinking too much alcohol, that was not an excuse! He was making out with this waitress!

He was cheating on his wife!

Henry pulled away and gritted his teeth, his head shaking from side to side.

“What's wrong?" asked the redhead, but her question fell on deaf ears.

This went beyond his imagination running wild. In fact, a part of him even hoped that this was just some raunchy dream! That he had fallen asleep whilst doing his accounting work, and he only imagined he was making out with this beautiful redhead! Even that would be enough to make him feel distress!

But this wasn't a dream, was it? When he opened his eyes, he did not see the confides of his caravan, but instead the hazy face of the redheaded waitress before him. She was confused, but replaced that confused look with a lustful smile. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pulled Henry back towards her. For a moment he was begrudged, but then their lips met again and--

“Mmm~!"

“Hmmm!?"

They kissed. He tried to fight back, but his tongue instinctively began fumbling around with hers. She moaned, he moaned, but after several more seconds, he finally gained the strength to push away!

“H-hey!" shouted the redhead as she glared at him with gritted teeth, “What the hell's wrong with ya?"

But Henry didn't answer. He clutched his head and shook it, while his eyes gazed away. Stumbling back, he closed his eyes and quickly began running away from the alley, ignoring the shouts of the waitress behind him. He needed to get as far away from her as he possibly could, less he continue these adulterous actions! But he couldn't return to his caravan either. Being alone with his thoughts after what he'd done would do him no good.

There was only one place for him. Only one place that could cleanse him of the horrid sin that is adultery. And that place was Lumina's church.

It didn't take him long to find it, even in his stumbling and buzzed state. In a way, the chapel was like a beacon, a radiant, silver light in the night streets. When he saw those familiar gates, he quickly pushed them open and rushed towards the front doors. He only got a few feet forward before the doors opened on their own.

“Mr. Amer."

It was Terra.

The diminutive draph stood at the doorway of the cathedral, looking up towards him with this devilish grin on her lips, and this soft pink glow in her red eyes. Even more so than the church itself, Terra was like a light of hope against the crushing weight of his sins. When he saw her, Henry immediately fell to his knees, and placed his head into her chest.

“Mother Terra... I... I have..." he shook his head, “I've done something so... very... terrible. Something that... that's unforgivable... ah?"

Her hands fell on his cheeks. Gently, Terra coaxed him to look up at her face, reading the soft smile she had on her lips.

“Nothing is unforgivable in the face of the grand goddess," she said in a reassuring manner.

“But I... I..." he squeezed her harder, his eyes closing as he dove his face into her pronounced, inviting, and soft breasts, “I didn't just imagine cheating on my wife. I went to a tavern. There was this waitress there. Maybe I drank too much, but that's not an excuse. I... we went to the alleyway, and we... I... she and her... we..."

“I understand, Mr. Amer," Terra whispered as she gently rubbed the top of his head, soothing him, “You don't need to say another word. The sins you have are far more crushing now than they have ever been. My fears were confirmed. Your sins have taken hold of you. It is... like a demon has its claws in your body. Merely giving me your sins will not be enough to absolve you of them. If we are to save you, a more drastic purification must be performed."

“More... drastic...?" he repeated.

“Come with me, Henry~" Terra called as she stepped back, her hand curling through the air, beckoning him forward, “I will exorcise the demon which has your noble soul claimed, and free you from its clutches."

“Mother Terra..."

Henry's eyes ran up and down her body. The bump of her butt, the narrowness of her waistline, the glorious size of her bust; with the way she was twisted, all of it was present for his unflinching eyes. He stumbled towards Terra, utterly mesmerized by the nun. Her erotic, shortstack body. Her pierce red eyes. Her devilish face and features. Henry was completely and utterly enthralled.

“Yes, Mother Terra."

Following along behind her, the merchant was guided through the silent halls of Lumina's cathedral. They walked past its central chamber, and moved beyond the hall of confession booths. Terra brought Henry to the deepest area of the chapel, deep within the sanctuary away from the prying eyes and ears of others.

Just how big was the church of Lumina? Where were they going? Where was she taking him? Well...

Terra was taking him here; to a bedroom. The biggest, most glorious bedroom Henry had ever seen.

A gasp of awe left his lips as they entered into this mighty chamber. The walls were silver and adorned with moons and stars, while the floors was layered in a brilliant red rug. In the center of the bedroom was the bed itself; this massive mattress with silver-white sheets that glittered in the light, and curtains which hung from its frame overhead.

Tugging on Henry's hand, Terra pulled him towards the bed, opening its curtains and offering him a spot to sit upon its edge.

“Let me go and get more comfortable," said Terra as she pulled away, “Just relax yourself in the meantime, Henry."

“Y-yes..."

Nodding, he watched as the erotic nun began walking away, heading towards a door in the distance. He watched her, lewdly leering at her body, up until she finally vanished from view. When she did, it felt like he had been released from a hook. And now that he was free to stare away, he gazed upon the bedroom they were in.

On the columns that held up the ceiling, there were busts depicting Lumina in all of her glory. Such brilliant little figures for such a brilliant goddess. But as he sat there gazing upon the lunar mother, drinking in the image of her silver form, he wondered... just who is she? Why has he never heard of such a deity until now?

Lumina. The grand goddess. The Lunar Mother. Who is she? What is she? What does she preside over? She must be an amazing goddess for Terra to be so dutiful in her worship of her. But... if this was a church in service to the deity, then where were her other followers? Was it just Terra?

“Henry...?"

His thoughts were cut short when her voice called out to him, and he looked over.

Having emerged from the closet was Terra. Gone was her nun uniform, having been replaced with a pure-white nightgown. It hugged at her body and her curves, being tight around her chest, her midsection, and her hips. Its open back plunged down to just above her buttocks, giving her tail enough room to move. In the front, the nightgown she wore was parted from the chest down, allowing him to gaze upon her navel as the dress fanned out around her hip. The bodice of the garmet cupped her bosom, giving it ample lift. Henry had to wonder if the straps of her gown had steel sewn into them. How else could they hold up her chest?

Not only had Terra changed out of her clothes, but she also changed her hair. No longer were they tamed into twintails, instead they fell long and free. Luscious indigo locks flowed from her head, cascading down to the ground like a waterfall. He'd never seen hair as long and as perfect as hers before.

Slowly Terra walked up towards Henry, her hips swaying as this red blush adorned her cheeks. But she wasn't embarrassed. How could she be embarrassed with this womanly smile sat on her lips, and her red eyes glowed softly. She was truly erotic in every sense of the word; a beautiful, tempting seductress, one who was impossible to gaze away from.

“Mother Terra," Henry whispered as the sensual shortstack sauntered towards him.

“Are you okay, Henry? You're trembling," she replied whilst climbing on the bed, “Don't worry. I won't hurt you..." sitting up on her knees, she placed her dainty hands on his chest, where her fingers came to the buttons in the center of his shirt, “You will be leaving High Bishop soon, correct? I will not return you to your wife as a corrupted man. To do that, I must exorcise the demon that has taken hold of you. Thus, in order to do that, I will use the full extent of my body to purify you."

As she spoke, Terra undid the buttons of his shirt, loosening it from his body, and revealing his broad chest beneath. Henry fell back into the mattress behind him, laying into its soft form, while the diminutive draph began climbing atop his body.

“When you say... you will use the full extent of your body... what do you mean?" Henry asked, almost childishly so. Terra giggled.

“For tonight, Henry, treat me no different from how you treat your beloved Tawna," Terra answered as she placed her hands on his shoulders, “Unleash all of your pent up lust and aggression into my obscene body, and leave this place purified. Nmmm~"

“Mmmm..."

Their lips met in a soft kiss.

For a brief moment, Henry tensed up as Terra's soft lips parted his, allowing her talented tongue to slide in. He was just kissing that waitress not too long ago, and now he was sharing a passionate kiss with the erotic priestess. But where as before it was shameful and adulterous, this kiss was anything but. It was erotic, sensual, and yet somehow pure.

Yes, Terra was helping him. Whatever demon was plaguing his mind, would be abolished once the nun was done! Realizing this – feeling this – Henry began ramping up the kiss on his end. His hands fell down upon Terra's hips and waist, gripping her, and pulling her in closer. The wet, lewd and loud sounds of their passionate kisses, began echoing out against the massive chamber, while her glorious tits pressed against his chest.

No. Not just her glorious tits; her glorious body pressed against him! This short form, with her busty chest, her child-baring hips, and her thicc thighs! It was a physique and form that Henry had never experienced before, and it made him desire more! His hands gently stroked along Terra's hips and sides, running along her body, before coming up to her chest.

Henry's fingers squeezed into her tits, gripping her through her nightgown, while his hungry lips kissed away from her mouth. Tilting her head, the diminutive draph moaned to the chamber around them as the merchant kissed, and licked, and lapped at her neck. She wanted this, right? His aggression? His desire? Well he was giving it to her as he groped her breasts, and kissed her body.

“Nnnnhh~ yeeessss~" moaned Terra as she rocked her hips upon his lap, “Unleash all of your pent-up lust on me, Henry~ aaaaah~"

Between his legs, his cock had hardened to a diamond-like rigidity. It threatened to tear through his trousers if not freed, and Terra could feel it. So desperately he wanted to slip his length into her folds. But this wasn't going to be like the last time. Noooo, Terra wasn't just going to accept his sins, she was going to feast on them!

After he feasted on her.

Lips curling into a devious smirk, the erotic nun placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. Henry laid on the bed, at first dazed, while Terra stood up. Drawing his attention down to her hips, she sensually swayed them around in circles, before reaching under her gown and pulling it up. Beneath she wore a full on garter belt which framed her womanhood like a picture frame. An elegant, white, picture frame.

But Terra's panties weren't the traditional set of underwear. Instead of sliding down her hips and legs, these panties were tied at her hips. So as Terra hovered her pelvis above his face, she untied her panties, allowing it to fall to the side.

“Aaah..."

And revealing her sopping wet pussy.

Terra's womanhood was clean shaven, lacking not one bit of pubic hair. The lips of it were slick and wet, oozing with her nectar which traveled down her inner thighs. There was also this heat which flowed and resonated in the air, warming Henry's face, and making her giggle.

“You must prepare me to accept your sinful rod," Terra said, her tone so much stronger, so much more scandalous than it had ever been before, “Remember what I said before? In the eyes of Lumina, the body is a treasure! Now open your mouth, and learn to treasure my body!"

“Terraaaaaaaaaa.... MMMPH!?"

Delicious. Terra's pussy was positively delicious. No, wait; divine would be the best description for it. Terra's pussy was positively divine.

The nun sat down, covering Henry's face in its entirety. He was trapped on all sides, whether it be by the bed beneath him, Terra's sumptuous thighs at the sides of his head, or her divine pussy resting on his lips. He laid there, frozen solid for a few moments, before gripping upon her hips and thighs.

So perfect. Gripping and kneading her flesh imbued him with a sense of longing and desire for her erotic body, her erotic treasure. And while Henry was tense for a moment, he soon melted beneath Terra's form, and opened his mouth.

“Nmmmmm..."

Her honey oozed into his maw, slipping upon his tongue and teeth. Shuddering, he groaned against her folds as his tongue lapped and licked at her slit. At first, his oral was fumbling. It had been a while. But like riding a bike, he soon got up to speed, remembering how good it felt to have a lover sit on his face like this.

Terra was lighter than Tawna, but that's not a problem for him.

Gripping hard on her thighs, Henry pulled the erotic nun closer to his face, and delved his tongue into her cunt. She groaned, straightened up too, while a grin appeared on her lips. His wily, pink muscle was both skilled and strong, as it worked its way through her moist cunt. Slipping, swirling, licking, lapping; he pried apart her walls with his tongue, producing more of that delicious nectar which he gleefully drank up.

“Nnngmmphh~ good... good, Henry," cooed Terra, her erotic voice like a siren's song, “Aah~ work your tongue inside. Hnnn~ familiarize yourself with this taste~"

As if she needed to tell him. It was impossible to not be instantly enthralled by the taste of Terra's pussy. This spice, this flavor, was unlike anything he had ever drank in his entire life. And the more he licked her, the more she produced.

Muffled moans left Henry's lips, while Terra continued rolling her hips upon his face. Groaning, she trailed her hands along her body, exploring her own form before she gripped her tit. And then she squeezed her bosom... Tight! Pleasuring herself, the diminutive draph built up the furnace within her body, making her hotter and hotter.

“Aaaaaah...! Haaannn~~~ kufufufufu~ Oh~?"

Bringing his hands away from Terra's thighs, Henry reached up towards her glorious tits, gripping them hard through her gown. A quivering groan left her lips, followed by a shiver which trailed through her thicc form.

Henry was getting hungrier and hungrier. The more he tasted Terra's pussy, the more he desired the rest of her body. Lumina was right! The body is a treasure! And Terra's was filled with gold and diamonds! Rubies and sapphires! Emeralds and crystals! He wanted to explore all of it!

“Ah~!? Henrrryyy!"

He lifted up, rolling Terra over upon the bed. Pulling away from her pussy, her juices trailed down his lips and chin, while he gazed upon her beautiful face. She grinned at him, then brought over her hand, curling it in towards her.

“Unleash it upon me," she said, her tone again sounding like an erotic command, “Unleash all of your aggression upon me. Give me your sins!"

Henry paused for a moment. And then said,

“Yes, Terra..."

Delving his head in, he pressed his face right between the nun's glorious breasts! Like the world's greatest pillow, they held and cradled him, to which he began snuggling himself in deeper. Murmurs and moans left his lips as he embraced Terra, while she wrapped her arms around his head to deepen his hold.

But Henry didn't just snuggle against her. Bringing up his hands, he fiddled with the middle of her bodice, undoing the knot which held her nightgown together. It fell aside, revealing her tits to the sacred bedroom they laid in. Despite seeing them just the previous evening, and experiencing their touch around his manhood, baring witness to Terra's tits was still an awe-inspiring feeling.

Thank the goddess for this glorious treasure!

“Nmmmph!"

“Oh~! Henrrryyy~!"

Mouth wide, Henry wrapped his hungry lips around Terra's plump nipple. Lewd and loud suckles escaped his lips, as he drew on her breasts with the hunger of a newborn babe. No, he was more intense than that! He didn't just want Terra's body, didn't just desire it, he absolutely needed it! He needed the draph, less he die from some intense thirst. A thirst that was outright unquenchable, save only by the goddess' teat.

The goddess' teat...

Spit and drool slipped from the creases of Henry's lips, where they slid sinfully down the curvature of Terra's bosom. Grasping her by her waist, he pulled the erotic nun closer to himself, deepening his lustful feast of her body. Grinning, the priestess bit into her bottom lip as drool slipped from her maw, the pleasure she felt steadily taking hold over her body.

“Aaaah~! So needy~" she groaned, “Nmmph~! Keep sucking! Hnnggggh~!?"

Terra's eyes grew wide. As Henry suckled from her nipple, he curled his hand around her ass, where his index finger began poking at her tight, twitching anus. Nodding furiously, the priestess wiggled her hips, telling him everything he needed to know!

Puuuuuusssshh!

“Hnnnnggggh ~~~! Yes! Aaaaah~~!"

His finger slipped inside, feeling the tight grip of her asshole clinch around his greedy digit. Just like the rest of her erotic body, Terra's ass was malleable and elastic, opening up around his finger, and sucking him inside. When Henry pulled, he tugged on the rest of her ass, causing her anus to gape slightly, and bringing for lewder moans from her lustful lips.

Again, how was it possible for a woman like Terra to exist? It was like her body was pleasure incarnate! When he pulled on her ass, he felt her stretch and stretch! And when he released her--

Clap!

Her buttocks clapped back together, quivered, and finally came to a halt!

Henry's thick dick was jumping; no longer could he contain himself! He needed to unleash himself, to finally give Terra exactly what she asked for! His pent up lust and aggression! His sins! He'd give all of it to Terra!

He'd give all of it to the goddess!

Pop!

Such a lewd sound echoed out as he pulled away from Terra's spit-lathered tits. As he panted, he looked up towards the erotic nun, who smiled back at him. Wiggling her hips, she worked herself out of his grasp, just so she could peel herself down towards his crotch.

“Oh my~" cooed Terra as her eyes looked down towards his throbbing manhood as it laid sealed in his pants. It was probably roaring to be set free, and she was cruelly keeping it trapped. No longer. She'd be its liberator, undoing his belt buckle, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping it, and then pulling it doowwwwwnnn...

And...

FWIP!

'Oh my' indeed.

Henry's dick stood tall between his legs, reaching a length and width its never obtained before. His eyes grew wide, shocked by his own swelling manhood, while Terra merely giggled sultrily into his ears. Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his thick, throbbing member, stroking it, and feeling it jump in her hand.

“So hot~" she whispered into his ear, “My righteous pussy is ready to accept your lewd, sinful tool, Henry. Now let us purify you... together."

“Yes... nnghh... together..."

Laying back on the soft mattress, he watched as the shortstack priestess mounted his pelvis. His burly cock ground against her pussy, its head slipping along her slit. But being the teasing temptress she was, Terra stopped his cock from pushing inside. Around and around her hips swiveled in saucy circles, while she squatted atop his cock. Legs open, she let him see everything. She wanted him to see everything. She wanted him to watch as she pushed his thick member into her tight snatch.

“Aaaaaaahh-aaaaaaah~~~!"

“Oooooooooh! T-Teerraaaaaaaaa!"

This pussy. What could he possibly say about this pussy, outside of it being truly, utterly, without hyperbole... perfect. Terra's pussy was perfect. It molded to his dick despite its great size, clamping down, and gripping him relentlessly. Her cunt's folds massaged and stroked every inch of his length, swallowing him to the hilt as she pushed deeper and deeper down.

Deeper... deeper... his dick reached so damn deep. It reached deeper than he thought was possible. Maybe it was because of Terra's shorter form. It was different from his wife; she was as tall as he was! But when he fucked the priestess, his cock kissed areas he thought was impossible.

Henry tried to fight back, he tried to hold himself against Terra's body, but it was a hopeless endeavor. Her divine cunt couldn't be defended against, couldn't be stopped! Once she sat down on his lap – the full weight of her body baring down upon him – Henry laid back on the mattress and--

“Aaaaaaaaah...!"

Such a passionate moan. It filled the bedroom around them, while Terra giggled above. Gently rolling her hips, she stroked his dick as it laid inside of her divine cunt, moaning as it plugged and ground against sensitive areas in him. Henry then leaned up, gazing upon where they were connected.

Right there in her belly, he swore he could see the outline of his dick... then again, maybe he was just overwhelmed with pleasure. That could be it too. But this was just the beginning, for once Terra raised her hips...

There was no going back...

PAT!

“Aaaahahaaaah~"

“Ooooh...! T-Terra!"

Up and down she rose her hips, riding his cock at a gentle pace. Gripping the blankets beneath him, Henry groaned out as she began riding his dick. It wasn't just the weight as she lifted up and down, but it was also in how she moved her hips. Such saucy little movements, so much skill, so much grace, so much sensuality!

Terra began building up this mounting pleasure, causing Henry to pull himself up as well! Reaching out for the shortstack priestess, he wrapped his hand saround her waist, slamming his palms upon her ass cheeks with a loud--

SMACK! SPANK!

“Oh! Henryyy~!"

Gritting his teeth, Henry wasn't just going to sit here and passively enjoy the feeling of Terra's cunt! Nooooo, he was going to live up to what she asked of him! To treat her like his beloved Tawna, and unleash the full might of his aggression and lusts upon her!

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“RRAAAAAHH!!!"

“YES! YES! LIKE THAT! FUCK ME! USE YOUR DIRTY COCK AND STIR UP MY GLORIOUS PUSSY!!!"

With her cries egging him on, Henry did just that! No, he did more than that! Using his strength, he stood up with Terra in his hands. Her eyes grew wide, shocked by his strength as lusts and need overtook his body! Lifting the erotic in the air as he stood atop this bed, the merchant absolutely pounded into her cunt, launching into her with so much strength that her short body was nearly sent flying from his grasp!

But he wouldn't let her go. He couldn't let her go! His hands were like talons as he gripped and claws at her ass! And Terra held back! She gripped his shoulders as best he could, while her legs wrapped around his waist and her tits pressed against his flat chest.

So much pleasure! It roared not only through Henry, but through Terra too! His every impact sent lewd quivers through her body, making her ass clap, and her tits bounce... that is, if she wasn't being pressed up against him! Groaning aloud, Terra's head leaned back and her pussy clinched in, before she snapped forward, pressing her lips to his in a hungry kiss.

“Nnmmmph!!!"

“Mmmmm!"

Henry's thrusting slowed to a halt as they shared this hungry kiss. Lips smacked and spit was traded, while muffled moans and groans slipped through the cracks of their lips. It tasted good, it felt good... but this only tempered Henry's desires. With one parting 'SMACK!' of their lips, the merchant pulled back and looked into Terra's red eyes.

There was a pink glow within them.

“Ravage me," she whispered, “Unleash your sins, and ravage me."

“Yes..."

Placing Terra upon the bed, Henry loomed over her with lust-drunk eyes. No longer could he think about anything else. He didn't think about his negative thoughts, he didn't think about the waitress he kissed, he didn't even think about his wife. All Henry could focus on was Terra, the sins he was going to give her, and the glory of grand goddess, Lumina.

Reaching down, he grabbed Terra by the hip, where he flipped her over. She groaned as she rested on her chest, then raised up her ass. Just like her breasts, her butt was fucking glorious! Its beautiful curvature, its peach shape, its juicy size! His dick throbbed just seeing it, and now, he was going to ravage it!

Smack!

“Aaah~! Yesssss~"

With one spank, he caused her ass to jiggle and jiggle and jiggle... and jiggle some more. Then he gripped her butt hard, while his other hand grabbed the base of his cock. Lining everything up, he began pressing and grinding his dick up against Terra's sweltering folds... and then he thrusted!

THWAP!

“AAAH-AAAAH~!!!"

But he was far too gone for any gentle lovemaking, any passionate ramping up. Nooooo, Henry reached up and grabbed Terra's horns; one in each hand. Gripping them tight, he pulled on her like a set of handlebars, making her back arch as she remained impaled on his dick! Then he drove his hips began... and started fucking!

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

“YES! YESSSS! FUCK YES! AH! YOU FUCKING HEATHEN! BURY YOUR SINFUL COCK INSIDE OF ME AND PLANT YOUR WICKED SEED!!!"

Terra's demands drove Henry more and more! Furrowing his brow, his hips moved with speeds that could put a horse to shame, and with twice the power of one as well! Every impact of his hips against her ass, sent rippling quakes through her ass, which traveled through her body and up to her head!

Everything on her body bounced. Everything. Whether it be her tits, or her hair, or her ass, everything bounce! Quaking, quaking, quaking, like the earth was shaking beneath their feet! And the sounds they made were the ultimate representation of this! This lewd symphony of bodies smacking against bodies, getting louder and louder and louder and louder and louder!

From Terra's mouth roared whorish moans, broken only by exclamations of his sinfulness. Not like Henry could really respond. His body had long since been overtaken by his lusts and his desires, transforming him into a beast that knew only to fuck.

And he fucked! He fucked her so hard! He fucked her so deep! He fucking buried his fucking dick deep into her fucking pussy, and he unleashed the full contents of his fucking balls! And when they tightened, his dick got harder, and an eruption was launched.

An eruption on two ends.

“FUAAAH!"

“AAAH-HAAAAAAA ~~~~!"

SPURRRRRRTTT!!!

SQRRRRRRRRTTT!!!

Cum and juices! It exploded from their bodies, where they it spread out in volley's of fluids. Terra's cum, clear and hot, splattered from her plugged cunt, staining Henry's waist and thighs, and the bed beneath them!

But she wasn't alone. Deep in her pussy – deep in her womb – he tanked his balls, cumming harder than he had done since meeting Terra! Cumming harder than he's ever came in his entire life! Thick and virile seed flooded her pussy, staining all of it with so much force, that like her orgasm, it exploded from within, spreading out upon his pelvis, and dripping upon the bed beneath them.

Their mutual climaxes didn't end there though. Gritting his teeth, Henry ground his hips against Terra's ass, pushing his dick around within her cunt. The twists and turns helped to prolong their orgasms, drawing them out just a little bit further. A few more bullets of cum here, a few more strands of feminine jizz here, and finally--

“Aaah..."

“Hooooh~!"

Whump!

Thud!

The two fell into the mattress, gasping for breath.

Curling his toes, Henry gritted his teeth and groaned, his body racked with the exhaustion of glorious sex. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so thoroughly trained following a tryst. Not even Tawna in her most heated of days could manage such a feet. He felt like he ran dozens, no, hundreds of marathons, all at once! And the person responsible for this amazing sex wasn't his wife, but instead the erotic nun with him.

But Henry didn't feel shame. He felt... joy. Like every night following his sessions with Terra, the merchant felt like a mighty weight had been lifted form his shoulders. Only now, that feeling was magnified tenfold! He felt like something had its claws in him, and that something had finally been pulled away.

He felt normal again.

“Terra," he whispered as he leaned up.

Gazing forward, his eyes fell upon Terra's ass as it was raised up, his cum still oozing out of her divine pussy. Then she straightened up, groaning with elation like a truly satisfied woman. Turning around, she faced Henry with this pleased smirk on her lips, one he matched with a smile his own... only for that smile to morph into confusion.

Henry looked down. Upon Terra's stomach, there laid this symbol. It glowed with this silver energy, radiating like a glorious light. Mesmerized by it, the merchant reached over and placed his hands upon the erotic nun's stomach.

“This symbol," he whispered, “It's on the gates outside."

“This symbol is everywhere," Terra explained, “This symbol is the symbol of my goddess. This is the Crest of Lumina," she looked up at him, smiling as her eyes peered deep into Henry's, “Do you understand?"

“I..."

Henry stopped and swallowed hard, his eyes closing shut. In his head, disparate pieces were steadily coming together. Terra... she was more than just a pious priestess, wasn't she? The symbol on her stomach, the knowledge she has of Lumina, her divine body and words, not to mention that statement she said the previous night...

Helping those rendered weary by their sins, is my honor and duty as the vessel of Lumina.

“The vessel... of Lumina..." he whispered as his eyes opened, “Terra, are you-- ah?"

Terra... was gone. Replacing her was a completely different woman. She had short indigo hair, and an incredibly voluptuous and – dare he say it – erotic body. Such wide hips, such a thin waist, and these big, busty, bountiful, breasts! Breasts so big, that you'd want to lay your head on them for hours.

From her head extended a unique set of ivory horns, ones that split into twos on each side. But it was her face which was most striking of all. It was a warm and inviting face, a face filled with the love and warmth of a mother.

This was her. This was the silver statue given life. This was--

“Lumina...?"

The grand goddess smiled.

“Henry Amer," she said, her tone gentle and comforting, like an older sister. Head cocking to one side, she caused shimmers to appear around her person like the stars in the sky, “You finally understand."

“I... I'm at a lost..." he whispered, to which she shook her head.

“Do not worry," she said as her hand dropped down where it fell upon his cock.

“Aah...!"

“Kufufufufu~ the night is still young, Henry. Before the sun rises, give all of your sins to me."

…

“Nmmm~ aaah~ Henry...?"

“Hm?"

“Kufufufufu~ how long are you intending on groping my bosom?"

“I...?"

He's seen the sun rise in a variety of places. He's seen the sun rise on the warm Glaive mountains. He's seen the sun rise over the ocean at the port town of Nonat. He's even been fortunate enough to watch the sun rise in Alektrios, a kingdom infamous for the infinite storm that swirls overhead. But even with all of those places in mind, Henry could say without hesitation that watching the sun rise here was easily the most beautiful. And it wasn't because of the sun itself, but more of who he was watching the sunrise with.

At some point during the night, Lumina had faded, returning to her vessel... returning to Terra. She easily fit into his lap, this shortstack of a woman. Her round and plump butt pressed against him, while her back rested along his chest. One of his hands rested upon her glorious tit, idling groping it in the morning light, while his other hand held upon hers in a gentle clutch. The both of them were stark naked, sweat among other fluids sliding down their bodies as they gazed towards the open window, watching the sun rise over the building tops.

“I... oof... sorry, Lumina," apologized Henry as he gave her a sheepish grin, “I didn't mean to grope your bosom like that."

“Kufufufufufu! There's nothing to be ashamed of," said the shortstack as she turned around to face him, “Remember? Kufufufu! In Lumina's eyes – in my eyes – the body is a treasure. What you are doing is to be expected. You're treasuring my body."

“I... haaaah..." closing his eyes, Henry's sheepishness turned more hapless, “Thank you, Terra. Thank you for all that you have done for me. I'm a little drained after last night, but I feel so much better now than I have in a long, long time."

“Your sins have been taken, and by Lumina's light, they were destroyed," Terra claimed, before giving a teasing smile, “And don't worry about that naughty demon that sank its claws into you."

“I... hm..."

Closing his eyes, Henry curled in slightly as his thoughts began to race. His sexual thoughts were problems that had plagued him for weeks now, and they reached their zenith when he made out with that waitress. And though he no longer felt the draw of these sensual desires, one question remained.

“What if they come back?" he asked as he looked at Terra, making her cock her head, “What do I do then?"

The priestess took a thoughtful pose, her head cocking from one side to the other. 'Hmms' and 'Hrms' left her lips a few times, before she broke them with a gleeful 'Ah-ha!'

“Easy. Just think of me," she said, taking him aback, “If you ever find yourself infested by your sins, then don't think of other women..." she leaned in closer, her head tipping towards his, “Think of me. Think of your goddess. Nmmm~"

“Mmmm..."

Terra was right. These sinful thoughts were a plague on his mind, one he shamelessly allowed to grow in strength until it drove him to find pleasure in that waitress. But here in the sanctuary of the goddess Lumina, he felt purged of them. Lighter and stronger, he'd would no longer allow these terrible desires to command his life ever again. And if they did ever grow stronger, he'd think of Terra, he'd think of his goddess, he'd think of Lumina.

Henry was wrong before. While Terra's body was a treasure, contained inside was not gold and diamonds, nor rubies and sapphires, not even emeralds and crystals. No, within her chest were the sins she so selflessly took from others.

“Chu~"

“Aaaah..."

Lips parted, their kiss came to an end. Dazed yet invigorated, Henry gazed into Terra's eyes. She smiled back, her hand reaching up to gently stroke along his cheek.

“You will be leaving soon, will you not, Henry?" she asked, to which he nodded.

“Yes... I will..."

Terra smiled.

“Then do be sure to return one day... Brother..."