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The Inquisition of Lumina

Eir believed in the gods.

Eir believed in Harmonia, the goddess of order. Eir believed in Olympia, the goddess of the sun. Eir believed in Gaia, the god of the earth. Eir believed in Logos, the god of knowledge. And above all, Eir believed in Karton, the god of justice and protection.

Eir believed in the gods. Once...

It took years for that faith to be shaken. Years of battling and fighting, of honing her body to carry out their will, only for that devotion to be paid back with... even more fighting. You slay monsters, you kill dissenters, you hunt down heathens, all in the name of the gods. But does the fighting ever end?

There are more monsters to slay, more dissenters to kill, more heathens to hunt down. So, no, the fighting never ends.

But it was okay, right? This was all in the name of the gods, all in the name of one's devout belief in them and their power. By scourging the world of these malefactors, they'd be one step closer to bringing about a true utopia. All they needed was care, dedication, and ultimately devotion that what they were doing was right and just, and would be repaid one day.

But that day never appears, does it? Perhaps it's egotistical to believe that one's service would be compensated. After all, you shouldn't fight in hopes of getting something in return. The endgame was paradise; that's all you should think about.

And in Eir's youth, that was true. All she thought about was paradise, and the euphoria such a land would bring. It was enough to fill her with spirit and vigor, guiding her to eliminate the evils of the land. All in the name of her orthodoxy; all in the name of the gods.

Eir believed in the gods. Once...

SPRRRIIIITTTTTTTSSSSZZZZZ!!! SKOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH!!!

Water. It is perhaps the most basic building block of life. Without water, there would be no life. Whether it be frigid ice caps, or wind-swept deserts, there is not one creature in the world that does not need water to live. Or – in this case – clean.

From the mouth of a nearby cliff, clean water streamed over into a nearby pond and river. And standing in the center of said pond, resting beneath the waterfall, was a woman. She stood there, her back to the forest around her, her body completely nude as the rejuvenating waters from above cascaded upon her.

She was a tall, stout, and voluptuous woman. Her shoulders were curvy, her waistline narrow, and her hips and backside shapely. This figure and height did not make her typical of women her age. No, women her age were often spending days, if not months, if not years searching for a suitor. For her, the mere thought of wedded bliss was less paramount to fairytales.

She had this glorious, Grecian physique. These strong shoulders and arms, these muscular thighs and legs, toned stomach, and this pumped up back. She was a woman who looked like she could move boulders with ease... while at the same time owning the lithe grace of a dancer. Her powerful figure did not ruin her femininity, it only enhanced it. The curves, the definitions, the physique; she was a stunning, statuesque beauty in every sense of the word.

And this stunning, statuesque beauty was bathing herself.

Her fingers stroked through her long blonde hair, tossing it up as she hummed softly to herself. Water flowed off her shoulders, streaked upon her chest, and bent around the curve of her buttocks, all whilst highlighting her simply divine beauty. Her radiant beauty was so great, that she seemed to glow within the morning light of the forest around her! Though, that may be because of the waters falling atop her.

Not that she cared for any of that. These airy and relaxed sighs left her lips as she cleaned herself, feeling the cool waters wash away the impurities of her flesh. All the dirt, the grime, the sweat; it was cleansed away, mixing with the waters of the pond she waded through.

It was at times like this where she was most relaxed. Gone was the hustle and bustle of Genos City, the loud halls of the Courthouse, and the eyes of others, whether they be civilians or other members of the congregation. But more importantly, at moments like this, her duties as an inquisitor felt so far away. There were no heathens out here in need of routing, no non-believers in need of education. It was just her, the waters, the forest, and the animals within said forest.

And it was peaceful.

For all of Eir's life, she wondered what paradise was like. What is a land that is free of flaw, free of stress? Well, if she had to wager a guess, she'd say it was something like this.

But this paradise was not eternal. Eventually, her bathing would come to an end. And once it did, her hands dropped from her hair, and her stunning green eyes opened up. She had a face as sharp and as professional as one would expect of someone in her position. A gaze that was strong enough to penetrate the very depths of one's soul, and discover the myriad of sins which exist within.

No one was without sin, but some were far more sinful than others. It was her duty to search for those whose transgressions were so great, that they needed to be eradicated for them.

She had just finished her duties out in the field lands, having investigated a cult which worshiped a deplorable deity. The sacrifices they made to this deity was sickening... she did not hesitate to cut down in size the members of their commune. Salvation cannot be found within demons who pretend to be deities; a lesson she taught with extreme prejudice. After such a victory, one would think it was time for her to relax... but no.

She was given a letter. She needed to return to the Courthouse.

With her bath finished, Eir walked towards the grassy beach which sat next to the pond. Neatly folded next to a backpack was her clothing. It was a frilly, white, button up shirt, black slacks, and boots. And on the back of her shirt, there laid the crest of her orthodoxy. All of which in service to the god of justice and protection, Karton.

It did not take long to dry herself off with her towel and dress herself up in her clothes. Once covered, she shifted her attention to the forest. There in the distance, one could see buildings gaze back.

It was time to go.

…

If you hailed from, say, Ash Kingdom, or Vespara, you'd think that the monarchy holds dominion over the land of Orthos. That King Mirnan and Queen Altra rule over their kingdom with a firm yet passionate hand.

You'd be wrong.

Yes, Orthos is a monarchy. Yes, King Mirnan and Queen Altra rule it. But those who live in the kingdom will tell you that their true sovereign was the patriarch of their orthodoxy; a man by the name of Father Gauss. His was a name so strong, so revered, that it instantly garnered the respect of all those who heard it. Even King Mirnan would shudder in the presence of Father Gauss! Was he without sin? Of course not; even he'd tell you that. But were there any who'd dare challenge him?

None.

Genos City was the heart of Orthos. A grand metropolis, its architecture was beautiful and reverent, with gold and white stone cut in a Baroque style. When one steps foot in Genos City, one feels as if they are close to stepping foot into Heaven itself. This feeling is only amplified by the busts of gods and angles which sit at almost every corner and rooftop.

But no building was as amazing as the Courthouse of Karton; the hall which their religion was born from. It was a grand building, one that stood out from the rest. Every other building was divine and regal, but the Courthouse of Karton was not. It was serious and stern, a building meant not for pleasure, but for the enforcement of justice and protection.

And there, walking through the halls of the Courthouse with this serious expression on her face, was Eir. Her long blonde hair had been tamed into a ponytail, and she was adorned within the full attire of her inquisitor uniform. This projected an aura of respect and reverence from those around, who all parted from her path, allowing her passage to her destination. There were whispers here, murmurs too, but no one had enough courage to speak to her. They just watched, marveling at the inquisitor as she came to a pair of doors and walked through it.

On the other end was an office. It was large and grand, with a red rug running through the middle of it, busts of angels at its sides, and a statue of Karton at its back. And at the desk of the office...

“Inquisitor Eir... you've returned."

Was a man.

He was significantly older than Eir by about four, maybe even five decades. Dressed in a shrewd and totalitarian manner, one could easily misconstrue him as a businessman from Ash Kingdom. The slacks, the button up shirt, the vest, not to mention the powerful look in his brown eyes. Despite his advanced age, he carried himself with this strength that could make younger men shrink. He even still looked quite handsome, what with his slick back silver hair.

But like the inquisitor who stood before him, he exuded an air of professionalism, and never once lost his serious face.

“I got your letter, Father Gauss," said Eir as she approached the man, “You sent it so soon after I routed the Cult of Lyster..." she cocked her head, “What is the matter, Father?"

“As solemn as always, Inquisitor Eir," he replied as he placed his hands behind his back and walked around to the front of his desk, “I truly do apologize for having called you so quickly after your latest mission. It would be best no doubt for you to relax."

“Nonsense. If there is aid you need, I will lend it," she said, “So I ask again; what is the matter, Father?"

“Yes..." he turned, facing the statue of Karton which loomed over his desk, “Inquisitor Eir... there is a woman... a missionary by the name of Terra Noire. She has come to the church asking for aid, having requested safe passage to the land of Reiss to the west. I want you to be her guard during her travel."

“Wh... what?"

Of all the things Eir expected to hear upon returning to Genos, this was the last. A missionary by the name of Terra Noire? Who is that? But, no, that's not what's important here. What was important is--

“Why?" Eir asked, causing Father Gauss to look over at her, “This missionary... Terra Noire, correct? Why did she come to the church for guidance to Reiss? Why didn't she visit any number of the mercenary guilds that exist in Genos? They could have easily given her a sellsword to protect her."

“I agree," said Father Gauss as he placed his hand on his desk, “And if this... Terra Noire was anyone else, I wouldn't have given her request a second thought. I am not in the business to send members of my congregation out to aid so-called missionaries for other religions."

“Other... religions...?" repeated Eir.

“This Terra Noire... she calls herself Mother Terra," explained Father Gauss, “She is the matriarch of a religion known as the Order of Lumina. Recently, she has been traversing the countryside, spreading the doctrines of her religion to all those who hear it. Having heard of how dangerous Titans Pass is however, as well as the capabilities of our judiciaries, she requested aid from us, hoping we could spare guards for her travels."

“But instead of turning her away... you decided to call me to guard her?" asked Eir “But... why?"

“Did you not hear me? This Mother Terra is the matriarch of a religion known as the Order of Lumina," he stated, “However, all investigations into this 'Order of Lumina' have turned up with nothing. There have been absolutely no references to this religion in any way, shape or form, in any of the books we have within our library."

“That's impossible," said Eir, “Our library has... everything in it."

“Correct, it does. That is what makes this Mother Terra so strange," Father Gauss continued, “And that is why I requested your aid. Having never heard of this Order of Lumina, I fear it may be a cult of some sort. Perhaps Mother Terra has been spreading falsities throughout the countryside. Titans Pass is also a very dangerous location. Filled with so many beasts and bandits, only those trained enough could hope to travel through it safely. That is why I have decided to send you. As an inquisitor, you are the only person qualified to both protect this Mother Terra and yourself through the dangers of Titans Pass. But you can also investigate her, and discover what this 'Order of Lumina' really is. If it is a cult, I want you to eradicate Mother Terra without hesitation. If not, then guide her safely to Reiss. Upon the completion of her mission, return to me, and relay all the information you have learned."

“I... see..."

For understandable reasons, Eir was still hesitant to perform this mission. Why would she aid this woman she did not know, one who practiced a religion that did not exist within their library? Why couldn't it be anyone else?

Well, Gauss already explained why. Titans Pass was infamous for its danger. There have been multiple attempts by both the kingdom and the Orthodoxy to cleanse it of the evil that exists within, but the rocky cliffs and coarse landscape was naturally dangerous. Coupled with the variety of caves that the bandits can easily hide in, not to mention the beasts which stalk the land, it is a location that only a rare few could hope to survive.

And Eir was one of those rare few.

Being an inquisitor of the Orthodoxy means more than just investigating would-be heathens and heresy. With a world as dangerous as theirs, where even common thugs are capable of magical abilities, an inquisitor must be more skilled than the crimes they investigate. Among their church, there are perhaps none as skilled in combat, and as devoted to dogma, as them. It's also why becoming an inquisitor is so difficult, and why their number is limited. Eir was a member of an elite few, and for good reason.

“So... will you take the mission?" asked Father Gauss.

Eir looked up at her patriarch and nodded.

“I will investigate this Mother Terra," she claimed, “And if I feel she is a sinful priestess who worships a satanic being, then I will eradicate her without hesitation. Otherwise, I will guide her safely to Reiss. Regardless, I will return to the Courthouse."

Father Gauss nodded.

“Good. I know I can always rely on you, Inquisitor Eir," he turned, facing the statue of Karton behind him, “Return to your quarters. Rest after your mission to eradicate the Cult of Lyster. In the meantime, I will arrange a meeting between you and Mother Terra. That is all for now. I will send for you again when it is time to go."

“Yes, Father Gauss. And thank you, Father Gauss," said Eir with a bow.

Straightening up, the inquisitor turned and exited Father Gauss' office. Outwardly, she looked as calm and as collected as ever. Inwardly however, she felt rather confused. This was not typical behavior, especially for someone of her caliber. Even if Father Gauss thought that Mother Terra was a cult leader, he'd have other inquisitors go and investigate her, not Eir of all people! Not to appear arrogant, but she was a high-ranking member of the church, someone who routes evil on a regular basis. Why did she need to be the one who investigated this one woman personally?

But, again, Eir was not arrogant. If Father Gauss felt the need to have her perform this duty personally and alone, then that meant this Mother Terra was someone who could possibly prove herself dangerous. He said earlier that she was spreading her teachings throughout the countryside, so perhaps she was already seen as a respected authority in terms of her religion. Cults don't typically travel far from their origin point, but Mother Terra was seeking travel to Reiss of all places.

Hm... it was important for Eir to get to the bottom of this.

“Eir! Eeeiiirrrr!"

There were very few who had the galls to approach an Inquisitor. There were even fewer who were brave enough to approach her. And there was only one who'd dare call her name out in the middle of a hall, without any appropriate honorific to accompany it. No 'Inquisitor Eir', not even a 'Sister Eir'. It was just--

“Eeeiiirrrrr!"

“Tch... Holden..."

Eir came to a halt in the middle of the hall, and looked over her shoulder. There, running up to her was a young man who was her junior by five or so years. He had short, curly, blond hair and this cheery disposition, despite being a few inches shorter than what was typical of a boy his age. But that did little to diminish the wide smile on his face, and the beaming look in his brown eyes. Eir could be as frigid as a snowy mountain top, while he'd be as warm as a tropical beach. He too was adorned in the attire expected of a member of the church, though from sight alone it was clear he was a subordinate, and Eir was his superior.

His name was Holden Myers, and if it wasn't clear from his beaming looks and kind voice, he was rather popular in the church. When worshiping the god of justice and protection, the Orthodoxy have gained the reputation of being stuffy and stiff. Holden was in direct opposition to this however, being kind and casual to the point that it was almost painful! But to many members of the Courthouse – particularly, young, female members – his presence was a beacon compared to the aged and conservative members of the church.

However, Eir was not one of those young, female members.

“Holdeeeen..." she growled whilst crossing her arms beneath her bosom, “How many times do I have to tell you this? You can't just call me 'Eir'. You must call me 'Inquisitor Eir'. Or if you can't manage that, then at least call me 'Sister Eir'," she shook her head, “You act far too casual."

“Huh? I can't call you Eir...?" he mumbled, before shaking his head, “Come on! You don't have to be professional with me of all people! We can be casual with one another!"

“No. We can not," she replied whilst turning away, “Now then... what do you want, Holden?"

“I just came to visit you," he said whilst following alongside her, this warm smile on his face, “You've been working for what feels like months on end without much of a break. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

“Is that all?" she asked whilst raising her eyebrow at him, “No... I feel like there's more to it than that."

“Wh-what? Why would you ask that, Eir?"

She stopped and leered at him, causing Holden to tense up and halt. Gazing back, he watched as her green eyes suddenly began to glow.

Remember what was said before? That Eir could see sins? This wasn't just metaphorical; this was true. She could truly see the sins which plague a person's soul. It was an ability honed throughout years of grueling training to become an inquisitor, and was not something she used casually. It was a holy rite; it would be sinful to abuse such a talent.

But when using it on Holden? Well...

“You're lying, Holden," she said as her eyes dimmed, “And I do not appreciate liars."

“I... heh... yeah..." he said with this sheepish grin on his lips as he placed his hand on his head, “I can't get anything past you, Eir. I never could," he nodded, “Okay, I just... um... Eir... I wanted to know if you'd put in a good word for me with the clergy."

“A good word for you? For what?" she asked, confused.

“Eir. I want to start training to be an inquisitor, like you."

“Wh-what?"

Of all the things that left his mouth, that was the last thing she expected. It was so shocking, she flinched like she'd been stricken! Holden wanted to be an inquisitor? Did he not understand how dangerous such a position was? It did not match his personality at all!

But there was more to this than what he was letting her know, she could tell. Holden was usually confident and charming, but right now, he was oddly reserved and even embarrassed. He didn't want to look her in the eye, which was very atypical of him.

“Holden..."

“In order to be an inquisitor, a current inquisitor must put in word for them," he stated, “They will then be evaluated, and if found to be a suitable candidate to become an inquisitor, they will be given training by the inquisitor who requested them, where they will learn their ways," he smiled at her, “I know the rules, Eir."

“You want to be an inquisitor... and you want me to teach you?"

“Heh... like I said before, I can't get anything past you."

“Hmm..."

For Holden to make such a request of her... she did not understand why he'd want to be an inquisitor, or why he'd want her of all people to train him. And... why was he blushing so hard? He just couldn't look her in the face!

This face... she had seen this face before! She had seen it on the faces from male and female members of the church, in fact. It was rare, yes, but that didn't mean she's never seen it before. In fact, it reminded her of... of...

“Eir...?"

“Look, Holden, I'm busy," she said as she took a step back, “Father Gauss has sent me out on another mission. I'm going to my quarters and will prepare for it."

“What? So soon?" he said, “Didn't you just return from the field lands?"

“It is an important mission, and I will leave it at that," said Eir, “In the meantime..." she nodded at him, “I will think about your request, Holden."

His heart grew tense upon hearing that, and a smile spread out on his lips. While it was not a confirmation, the mere idea that she would think about his request, was enough to bring that beaming smile back to his lips. Even Eir blushed slightly as she marveled at the smile he had on display.

“Okay, okay! Get going, Holden. I know you have duties you need to fulfill," said Eir with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Yes, yes! I will! And..." he started walking away, only to stop, “Thank you, Eir."

Without another word, he began rushing down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and her as he could. Eir remained standing there for a few moments, watching as he eventually vanished from view. Then she looked away and closed her eyes. That blushing look he gave her... it was the same face as... as...

The inquisitor shook her head. She had a job of her own to do.

…

Eir was no priestess. She was an inquisitor... a warrior. And this warrior had a job to do.

Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound of her armored boots echoed out against the silent pathway she traveled upon. Gone was her slacks and button up shirt which exuded an air of professionalism. What replaced them was armor. Sterling silver pauldrons rested on her shoulders, boots and greaves on her legs, gauntlets and vambraces on her arms, chain mail beneath her clothes, and pantyhose on her legs. Around her waist was wrapped a belt with various pouches on it which contained a variety of items. A dagger here, tonics and potions there, even a short sword was holstered at her hip. Meanwhile on her back, she carried with her this large and dangerous axe.

From afar, you'd think she was a soldier from the royal army, if not a crusader. But, no, this was regular attire for an inquisitor... and was absolutely required for her mission.

It had been a few days since Eir's meeting with Father Gauss. In that time, she had prepared herself for the journey through Titans Pass, as well as prepared herself to investigate this mysterious Terra Noire. All of which led her here, down this silent road on the outskirts of Genos City. It was in the morning, the skies were gray from overcast clouds, the air was cool with the hint of rain in the distance, and there were no buildings around.

No buildings... save for one.

Genos City was as large as it was aged, and with a nation as religious as theirs, it's not uncommon for there to be an abandoned church or two among the land. And here, on this dusty, silent road outside of the city's wall, there was one such church. It was derelict, having been battered and worn by decades of weather and erosion. The ceiling was caving in here and there, there were multiple holes in its brick walls, and vines were growing through it like spider's web.

Eir came to a halt before the decrepit church, wondering what it looked like back its prime. It had a respectable size, so it had to have numerous communes. But before Eir's thoughts could run away from her, another thought came to mind.

Why did Terra Noire want to meet her here? Was there no other better place for them to meet other than this abandoned church? They could have met at the Courthouse, or perhaps even at one of the many inns that line Genos City's perimeter... but no; they met... here.

Why?

Shaking her head, Eir walked up towards the doors of the church, pushing them open. A gust of dust was lifted by the doors, and its rattling echoed throughout the halls of the decaying structure. With the lack of light due to the unlit torches, the church was layered in shadows. There was some light due to the holes in the walls and ceilings, but it came from the cloudy skies outside. All of which casted the building in this somewhat forlorn hue.

Nevertheless, Eir pushed in deeper, walking into the church, and entering into its main hall. Here, the once immaculate stained glass windows had been shattered, the pews were either moved aside, removed, or destroyed outright, and there was so much greenery and foliage from the overgrowth of the forest. Eir gazed upon it all, scanning her location as if searching for any would-be attackers. But all of this was brought to an end when she saw... her. And upon seeing her, one word came to mind.

She was short. She was very short. And that's saying something. Being as tall as Eir is, someone being short like her is stunning. If they were standing side by side, this short woman would only come up to Eir's hips! Maybe her navel… but nothing passed that.

From where she stood Eir could see the indigo hair this woman had. It was long, and flowed like a river, while being tamed into twintails which hung from the side of her head. Oh yeah, and she also had horns. Black, jagged horns, ones with a fine-point that looked like they could easily penetrate steel.

For a moment, Eir paused, wondering just who this woman was. Was she Terra Noire? But before she jumped to any conclusions, she walked around to the front.

“Hm? Inquisitor Eir? Is that you?"

And she came face to face with red eyes.

She sat there on the front most pew; a short woman who barely came up to Eir's hip. But calling her a mere short woman would be inaccurate, what with her horns and her long, pointed ears. She wasn't an elf, but instead a draph: a bovine-like race of humans. That's where the horns and ears came from... as well as her incredibly busty bosom!

Not only was she short, she was stacked! Her chest was big and busty, being this grandiose bust that moved in sync with her breathing. At the same time, she had these wide, child-bearing hips, and these incredibly thicc thighs. And yet, her midsection was still narrow, giving her a voluptuous figure in addition to her short form.

And then there was the matter of her clothing. Eir was used to clothes of piety and virtue, having worked in churches throughout her years of living. In that way, this woman was both familiar... and yet completely alien. She was dressed like a nun, with her black and white clothing, but it all seemed... off.

Her uniform seemed almost like a leotard, one which flaunted her curvaceous hips and thighs as they were exposed. The front of it was covered by a slim pelvic curtain, but this only seemed to highlight her body as opposed to covering anything. Not to mention the thigh-high socks, which helped to – again – draw attention to her sumptuous thighs!

That is, if you could stare away from her chest long enough to focus on her thighs.

There was a window at the front of her attire, one that offered an endless view upon her deep and plunging cleavage. It was almost impossible to gaze away from. Even Eir found her eyes attracted to her chest for a moment too long.

Big... bountiful... busty... beautiful.

This shortstack woman sat there on the pew, looking up at Eir with a concerned look in her eye. It took the inquisitor a couple of moments to free herself from her thoughts, as her green eyes left the draph's chest, and instead gazed back into her red eyes.

“Apologies," she said as she placed her hand on her chest and bowed, “I am Inquisitor Eir. And you... you are Mother Terra Noire, correct?"

The shortstack woman cocked her head at Eir, still looking at her with an eye of concern. But after a few moments, a smile broke out over her lips, and she stood up from the pew she sat on. Placing her hands together, she bowed before the inquisitor in a showing of respect.

“That is correct. I am Mother Terra Noire," she stated whilst straightening back up, “It is my pleasure to meet you, Inquisitor Eir."

She waddled up towards Eir, this smile on her face. This begs repeating; she waddled up towards Eir. Her movements were so perfect for a woman her size and shape, with these steps that were both cutesy, but also refined. But it was really her hips which sold it. They swayed left, popped right; moving with this graceful maturity that was... impossible to look away from. Maybe the inquisitor would have stared at it for a moment longer, had the draph not stood directly before her. And when she did, their differences in height meant that Eir's gaze traveled right down towards the woman's cleavage.

By the gods, her bust was bigger than the inquisitor's!

“My, my, I am truly blessed to be given your protection for my journey," Terra remarked as she gazed up at Eir, marveling at her stature, “An inquisitor, trained by the Orthodoxy of Karton. In a way... kufu! You are like my guardian angel!"

“You are far too kind, Mother Terra," said Eir with a shake of her head, “I am merely your protection through Titans Pass. There is nothing more to it than that."

“Oh? You believe so?" replied Terra, before shaking her head and smiling, “You are far too humble, Inquisitor Eir. News of your capabilities have spread far and wide. Your duty to your order is something to marvel at. Again, I am truly honored to be given your protection."

“An inquisitor does not perform for honor or glory," Eir claimed, “We do what we do simply to protect others... and route out evil, no matter where it may lay," she shook her head, “Now that we are together, we should begin our journey towards Reiss. If we leave now, we'll be in Tance by tomorrow morning. That is a town that rests on the border of Reiss."

“Ah... you are so well-informed," Terra said before giving a mirthful giggle, “I have yet to meet someone as professional as you!" then she nodded, “Yes, I am ready to go, Inquisitor Eir. I have collected all of my things, they are right over there."

“Then go and get them. I'll wait here."

Terra nodded then turned around. Resting near the pew she was sitting at was a collection of things. A satchel, a belt with various pouches containing unknown items, and a cloak. From the looks of things, she traveled very light for a supposed missionary.

Eir stood idly by, watching as Terra collected her things. First the draph bent down and over, where she pushed up to the air her flared hips and shapely butt. The inquisitor's eyes slid into squints, and her body tensed up, all as this heated blush spread out over her cheeks. For several moments that seemed to go on for an eternity, Eir gazed upon Terra's posterior. Her eyes traced upon its curves, its shape, its size, its everything. And with how tight her attire was, her 'everything' was being flaunted.

Was this typical for those in the Order of Lumina? To present one's body in such an egregious and shameless manner? Eir was aware that other religions had their own customs and rules, but there were no others that wore such provocative clothing.

No religions... but more than a few cults.

But Eir wasn't about to jump to conclusions. She just met Terra, and thus far, the nun had done nothing to garner her distrust. Instead, the inquisitor gazed away, deciding to instead stare at the derelict halls around them.

“Why here?" she asked.

“Hm?" replied Terra as she tightened her belt around her waist.

“Why here? Why did you choose to meet here? We could have met at the inn you were staying in, or perhaps, met at the Courthouse. Why did you choose this old and abandoned church?"

“Kufufufufu... isn't it remarkable?" asked Terra instead, “I find a certain kind of beauty in places like this. The old... the abandoned... the forgotten. In its past, I'm sure this church was a wonderful place to worship at. But now...? Hm..."

Eir looked down and closed her eyes. Was it really that simple? She found beauty in this decrepit hall? It was an oddly forlorn way of viewing things. But before the inquisitor could think about it for much longer, Terra walked up to her side again. The draph had collected her things; her belt was around her waist, her satchel was slung on her shoulder, and she had a cloak which helped cover her from the neck down.

Wonderful. The last thing Eir wanted to do was gaze upon the draph's lewd, short, stacked, voluptuous body.

Wait... lewd?

“Now then... shall we leave?" asked Terra, to which Eir nodded.

“Yes. Let us make our leave."

…

Titans Pass. Merely uttering its name in certain locations is enough to make even hardened men quake with fear. It wasn't just the monsters that made Titans Pass dangerous. It wasn't just the bandits that made Titans Pass dangerous. It wasn't even the landscape that made Titans Pass dangerous. It was all of these things combined. If it was just a desert, if it just had monsters, if it just had bandits, then it would be manageable. But for it to have all three? Oh, it became hell.

Titan Pass was a desert location, one filled with dangerous cliffs where landslides were common. Then there was the matter of the bandits who steal, kill, and rape those weak enough to travel through it. And, of course, the monsters and beasts who call the arid land its home, ones who will devour man, woman, and child without hesitation.

However, Titans Pass was the quickest path to Reiss, making it all but mandatory for merchants to travel through the valley. They usually did so with a band of mercenaries to protect them however. But Mother Terra would have only Eir.

Clank! Crunch! Clank! Crunch!

The ground beneath them was rocky and stiff, cracking as their feet trudged through a well-worn path. Eir walked next to Terra, taking lead point as they entered into the valley proper. Titans Pass got its name for its origin, as legends say the valley was spread apart by a titan who once called this land its home. There were even abandoned temples that dot the land in reverence of this ancient being. Though now, all of those structures were home to bandits.

“Titans Pass... it is far larger than I originally believed it to be," Terra remarked, “When roaming the countryside during my missionary work, I often traveled with merchants and other travelers. But no one was brave enough to travel through Titans Pass... not without significant guards. Speaking of..." she looked around, “Do you not have a horse, Eir?"

“Horses are too dangerous to take with us through Titans Pass," Eir answered, “Landslides occur often, and the sounds of a horse will attract bandits. A path has been made through Titan's Pass that's safer than other paths, but it's no guarantee."

“Kufufufu! I know it may be dangerous, but..." Terra moved in close, leaning her body alongside Eir's, “I trust you, Inquisitor. You wouldn't have your position if you were incapable."

Terra exuded this aura of kindness, something that took Eir off guard. She looked down at the draph at her side, reading the soft smile on her lips and the glow in her red eyes. Was she really some secret cult leader? Father Gauss expressed his beliefs that she may have been, but Terra acted like no such thing. Eir gained no sense of malice from the nun. Still, she had to ask...

“We're going to be together for a while," said the inquisitor, “So... if you don't mind me asking, what is the Order of Lumina?"

“What is the... Order of Lumina...?" repeated Terra, to which Eir nodded.

“That's the order you hail from, is it not? The Order of Lumina? We did research on this order and..." Eir shook her head, “No one at the Courthouse has ever heard of it. If I am overstepping any boundaries, please tell me. I am only curious."

“Oh! No, no! Kufufufufufu! You are not overstepping any boundaries, Inquisitor Eir," said Terra as she looked up at her, her face shifting into this somewhat mischievous look, “I adore telling others about my order. I am a missionary, after all! Kufufufufu!"

Pulling away, Terra reached into one of the pouches around her waist. What she pulled out was a medallion, one that had this unique design on its surface. It was of a crescent moon, with a four-pointed star in its center. Reaching up, Terra handed the medallion to Eir, who held it in her hands.

Her thumb gently stroked upon the medallion, marveling at it. Not only was it carved by a true artisan, but it seemed to exude a sense of warmth from it. How... odd...

“This is the symbol of Lumina, my goddess," explained Terra, “The Crescent Star."

“Your goddess... Lumina?"

“Yes, she is the goddess of our religion. The one that our religion is named after," Terra explained, “She is the grand goddess... the Lunar Mother. She is... she is... she is freedom from evil. She is shelter from the wicked. She is the bastion of truth against lies. She is beauty against filth. She is the stunning, starring light that banishes the darkness."

Terra spoke in such reverent tones of her deity, something that Eir was not unused to. She's heard the same tone from fellow members of the Orthodoxy. It goes with the territory, obviously enough. Still, Eir could tell that Terra believed 100% in her deity from the sound of her voice alone.

So far... nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“You may keep the medallion if you want," said Terra, taking Eir off guard, “If there is nothing in your annals about the Order of Lumina, then treat this trinket as the first item in your growing collection! Kufufufufu! It makes me so happy to share my customs with others."

“Hmm..."

Eir was hesitant to take the medallion, wondering if this was seen as an act of heresy against her gods. She didn't even know who or what this 'Lumina' was! But Terra was right; the Courthouse had no information on the Order of Lumina at all. This medallion would help start their accumulation of knowledge.

“The grand goddess... the Lunar Mother..." muttered Terra as she slid the medallion into one of her pouches, “Who is Lumina, Terra?"

“Kufufufu! Like I said... like you said... Lumina is the grand goddess... the Lunar Mother. She is a being infinite kindness. She spreads her love to all, treating them as her children, while absolving them of the sins they have collected in hopes that they can move forward in life free of their burdens. That is what I am teaching during my travels."

A goddess who absolves sins of her followers? Karton does not absolve a person of their sins. One's sins is like their collection of crimes throughout life. When it is their time to move on to the afterlife, they are judged by Karton in accordance to the crimes they have committed. He never takes those crimes away, for one cannot remove that which they have done. But Lumina does?

Tch... well... it was just another religion. Whether or not Eir believed in it, it did not matter. She would respect the Order of Lumina as she respects every religion she comes across... at least until Terra proved herself untrustworthy. So far, that wasn't the case, but...

Plick! Plack! Splick!

“Hm?"

Eir came to a halt, causing Terra to do likewise. Gazing upwards, the inquisitor raised her hand... where a few droplets of water fell into her palm. It was starting to rain. Gritting her teeth, Eir gave an annoyed look at the gray skies overhead. She shouldn't be so surprised – it had been cloudy all morning – but that didn't make this any less unfortunate.

“Oh... it's raining," Terra remarked, before raising her hand to her face as a smile broke out over her lips, “Kufufufufu! Such poor timing on our part! Perhaps we should have postponed our trip until tomorrow."

“Well.. we're out here now," said Eir, “Let's keep pushing forward. Hopefully the rain stays at this level... and passes by quickly."

Unfortunately, it did not.

Two hours. They walked along this path for two straight hours. And in that time, the rain did not subside, nor did it stay at this consistent level. It got worse. It got sooooooo much worse.

KRAAAAACCCKKLLEEEE!!! KLAAAAAASSSHH! KLAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!

The once gray skies were now pitch black, blotting out the heavens. Frequently, they'd be illuminated by flashes of lightning which surged like a writhing snake, before returning to darkness and shadows. The rain itself was strong, falling less like water, and more like pebbles, if not stones. And then there was the wind, which seemed to blow against them in an attempt to impede their movement. But perhaps what was worse of all was the ground beneath their feet. The rain had changed once rigid soil into mud, further slowing them down as they were forced to trudge through it.

Her hood pulled up on her head, Eir pushed through the rain as best she could. Perhaps she'd be angrier... if this wasn't a common occurrence in Titans Pass. The wind, the rain, the lightning and thunder; it was all brought on by the hot weather in the arid valley. And now they were stuck in a storm which showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, it was getting worse.

“Stay close to me, Mother Terra!" Eir shouted as she gazed forward, “The path we take has safe spots along the route! If we keep moving forward, we will reach one of them!"

“Ah! Inquisitor Eir!" called Terra as she pointed to the side, “There! I see a cave near us! We can hide out there!"

“Huh?"

Despite visibility being low, when Eir gazed into the direction Terra pointed, she could see the mouth of a cave. Oddly, it was square shaped, with eroded pillars resting at its sides. An old abandoned temple in this location? There were no temples along this path! Maybe they'd been blown off course by the storm? It didn't matter; any protection from this storm was good protection!

Quickly, Eir grabbed Terra in her arms, taking the nun by surprise. With great strength, the inquisitor pushes herself towards the cave in the distance, rushing with near superhuman strength. The mud, the wind, the rain; none of it impeded her in the slightest as they dashed into the temple, hiding themselves from the storm outside.

Coming to a halt, the duo panted for breath as they looked towards the entrance of the cave. The storm was just feet away, while they were safe in the cave within. It was then that Eir realized how close she and Terra were... as in...

She was still holding the nun.

Eyes widening, the inquisitor gazed upon the nun in her arms. She was so much smaller than her, that Eir's big, strong arms could squeeze her like a doll. And… she was so close, she could feel Terra's big, busty bosom press against her own chest. The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the way her chest raised with panting breaths; it was all right there.

So sinfully close.

“Inquisitor..." Terra whispered.

“I..." Eir whispered back... before placing the nun down, “Are you okay, Mother Terra?"

“I am... fine..." she replied, before giving Eir a warm smile, “Thank you, Inquisitor Eir. You moved so quickly. Kufufufu... I see why the inquisitors are so respected. How you moved... and how you picked me up without hesitation... it was all so remarkable. I..."

“Hm... please, I did not do it for your praise," said Eir.

“Kufufufufu! I know. That's what you said before," Terra replied, “But... still..." gently, she brushed her hand along Eir's arm, “Thank you so much for watching over me, Inquisitor Eir."

Terra's praise was... odd. Not that the nun said anything weird, nor was it like Eir was alien to praise as a concept. She was oftentimes thanked for her duties by others, typically civilians she aids or saves. But Terra's praise felt... warm? Yes, that's the best way to describe it; it felt warm. Warm like a Saturday morning on a summer day. Warm like the rays of sunlight. Warm like blankets that one does not want to be away from.

Warm like... a mother's embrace.

“Huh..."

“Hm? Did you say something, Inquisitor?" asked Terra, to which Eir shook her head.

“No, I didn't," she answered, “Now that we are in this cave, we should just wait out this storm. Hopefully, it won't last long..." reaching down, Eir began fiddling with the various pouches on her belt, “I can create a fire, give me a few sec--" Zwoooosshh...! “Conds...?"

Gazing up, Eir looked at Terra. The nun's hands were cupped together, as a bright red flame cackled in the air above her palms. There was no incantation, no preparation, no nothing. Terra just produced fire, one that was as hot to the touch as it was bright to look at.

“Do you have a base where I can put this fire?" asked Terra.

“Huh? Oh! Right... let me just..."

As Terra held the fire, Eir went about creating a base for it. While Titans Pass was a desert, it wasn't completely devoid of vegetation. There was cacti... cacti... and more cacti! Look, Titan's past wasn't supposed to be a livable place!

Within this abandoned temple there were cacti growing through the walls. With her axe, she easily lopped a few to pieces, and quickly scrambled them together. Once the base was made, Terra placed her fire down and--

Fwooooooosshh...

The flame cackled in the cave, illuminating it so that Eir and Terra could better look at one another. The both of them were drenched, with the inquisitor's armor shimmering in the light of the flame, and the nun's cloak also glowing. But it was their eyes which glowed brightest of all. Terra's red eyes and Eir's green eyes gazed at one another, while the heat of the fire washed over them.

Those red eyes... those red cheeks... that demure smile... why was Terra so irresistible? Wait... what?

“A-are you fine?" asked Eir, to which Terra nodded.

“Yes, thank you, inquisitor," said the nun as she grabbed her hood, pulling it back, “Ahh... if it weren't for you, I'd be forced to deal with this storm by myself."

“Haaah... please, stop thanking me, Mother Terra," said Eir as she looked down, “I'm only doing my--" Swish... “J-job...?"

Eir's eyes opened and she looked forward. Terra had removed her cloak, revealing her body beneath it. Even with her cloak on, the rain had reached through it, leaving her nun uniform wet... and her flesh layered in rain water. It glowed in the light of their fire, highlighting her voluptuous figure... and making her breasts glow.

Without even noticing it, Eir gazed deep into Terra's cleavage. Her breasts were so big! It was impossible to not gaze at them when they were so close! It made Eir pant softly through her clenched teeth, while her body began heating up. And then she realized what she was doing...

“Wh-what?"

“Hm...? Did you say something, Inquisitor?" asked Terra, to which Eir shook her head.

“No, I... it's... it's nothing. It's nothing," she replied, to which the nun cocked her head.

Her red eyes glowed faintly as she looked at the blushing inquisitor before her. This was out of character for Eir, even she herself realized that. Blushing like this? She hasn't felt embarrassment like this in years. But Terra was bringing it out of her... somehow. She needed to get her mind away from her breasts.

“You produced this fire!" said Eir as she looked back at Terra, “Your magical prowess is impressive. You said no incantation, nor did you use a tome. Magic like that requires a lot of training."

“Kufufufu, thank you, Inquisitor Eir," said Terra, “There is nothing wrong with accepting praise... so long as it does not go to one's head. Kufufufufu! It is because of my goddess that I am capable of such magical abilities."

“You... draw strength from your goddess?" asked Eir, to which Terra nodded.

“Yes, I do," she then cocked her head, “You do the same, correct? The inquisitors, a part of your orthodoxy, gain power through your god. I have heard near endless tales of your prowess in battle. They say the inquisitors have mastery over holy magic," she shook her head, “But, right, you don't want me to praise you too much, right? Kufufufufufu!"

Eir tensed up further. Terra's tone had become teasing, and that did not go unnoticed to the inquisitor. Eyeing the nun up and down, the inquisitor began to seriously question just... who she was. There was something odd about her, something that did not go by unnoticed. But even when realizing this, the inquisitor's heart did not race. She felt safe around Terra, she felt comfortable around Terra, she felt warm around Terra.

Eir felt warm... hahh...

The nun pressed her hands together, almost like she was praying. Her eyes even closed in a thoughtful manner as her face became docile. Watching her pray, Eir felt her breathing start to quicken, and her chest even tensed up. The cackle of the fire between them, the glow it placed on Terra's body, and the silent temple they were in, all helped to highlight the situation they were in... and the nun's otherworldly attraction.

Attraction... n-no... these thoughts shouldn't be in her head!

“I'm going to go check at the cave's entrance," said Eir, causing Terra to look up at her, “Make sure we're safe in here."

“Hm? Okay..."

That was a lie. While Eir did want to make sure they were safe, she honestly just wanted to get away from Terra. The nun was doing something to her head, something the inquisitor couldn't explain. She needed to get away and have some time to herself, just so think for a little while.

Retreating to the entrance of the cave/temple, Eir stood before the storm with her eyes closed. The howling of tempest outside, and the wind and rain tossed by it, did little to affect the inquisitor's mind. No, she was thinking only about Terra. Even after putting distance between herself and the nun, her mind was racing with thoughts about her. She imagined the draph's shortstack physique, with her wide hips, her thicc thighs, and her bountiful bosom. All of it layered in the water of the rain, making it glisten, and further highlighting her physique.

Then there was Terra's face. Her smiles, both demure, docile, and yet also tantalizing. She'd give smirks every now and then, and when she giggles, it would dance in Eir's ears. That 'kufufufufu', sounded both regal, elegant, and also playful... like a minx.

And that led her to thinking about Terra's voice. Her refined, majestic, mature voice. Despite her size, the draph sounded every bit like a noble woman. No... 'noble' was too weak a word for it. It was more accurate to call her divine.

“Wh-what...?"

Eir's eyes opened and she gazed towards the storm outside. Something in her head finally seemed to click. Terra was not normal, and that was more obvious now than it had ever been before. Why else could she not bring her eyes off of the nun? Why else did she find her voice so charming? Why else did she make Eir's body so hot? Because she wasn't normal.

But what was she? Was she... was she really a member of a cult? Was the Order of Lumina something malicious? Now more than ever, Eir needed to know. She'd discover Terra's sins, and learn exactly what the Order of Lumina was.

The inquisitor's green eyes began to glow, prepared to use her holy rite upon the supposed nun. But when she turned around...

“H-huh...?"

There before the flames in the cave, was Terra. She stood tall... and half-naked. In the time it took Eir to retreat and think, the draph had removed her attire, undressing down to her undergarments. It was white and elegant, like something a duchess would wear. Thin panties that clung to her waist and hips, and a luscious brassier that had the gargantuan task of containing her mighty bosom. It all clung to the curves and bends of Terra's body, squeezing her perfectly.

Eir's mouth slightly gaped as the nun stood before the fire. Her back was to the inquisitor, so she could not see her face. That didn't stop her from drinking in the image of the draph's physique, however. All of those curves, and that narrow waist, and the pristine flesh... it was downright marvelous!

And tying it all together, Terra's tail cutely wagged behind her.

Eir's gaze was shaken by the nun, whose arms were above her head as she gave this relaxing stretch. A cry even left Terra's lips before she dropped her arms down... and then turned to face the inquisitor at the temple's entrance.

“Inquisitor Eir?" she said, “Is everything okay? Your eyes are wide and your mouth is gaping..."

“Huh? Oh!"

Eir looked away, blushing and ashamed of what she'd done. Not only did she – again – gaze at Terra in such a scandalous manner, but she was caught doing it! Thankfully, the nun appeared none the wiser, and seemed to accept that something was wrong with Eir. And, really, something had to be wrong with the inquisitor for her to be acting in such a shameless way.

“You... undressed...?" said Eir, to which Terra nodded.

“My clothing was wet," said the nun as she knelt down near the fire, “I do not wish to get a cold. In fact..." she patted the spot next to the flame, “You too should undress, Inquisitor Eir. I'm sure your armor and clothing are soaked. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

“I... n-no... it's not a matter of comfort; we should be vigilant in case anything happens," said Eir as she closed her eyes.

“In case anything happens...?" repeated Terra as she walked forward, her hips swaying as she brushed one of her twintails behind her shoulders, “Of... kufufu...! What, exactly? The storm can't reach us in here, and I doubt bandits will risk their own lives to attack us with that storm going on either."

“No, the bandits are tenacious, they--" Touch, “Ah?"

Eir's eyes opened. Her hand had been grabbed by Terra's hands, squeezing her softly. The nun's red eyes were giving this affectionate glow, while she wore this demure smile on her lips. The inquisitor was trying to be indignant to Terra's advances, but now she felt that warmth returning.

Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be bad to relax for a few moments...

Nodding – albeit begrudgingly – Eir allowed Terra to guide her over towards the softly burning flame. It was warmer here than anywhere else in the cave, but the rain water was soaking through the inquisitor's clothing and armor, making her body frigid. Even though she was honed against elements of all kinds as part of her inquisitor training, visible trembles and shivers ran through Eir's body. She needed to get warm, less she catch a debilitating cold.

That's when Terra came along. Like a sprightly fairy despite her quivering voluptuousness, the nun waltzed around towards Eir's back. Closing her eyes and blushing profusely, the inquisitor focused on the heat of the fire before her, while the draph got to work tending to her clothing and armor.

Despite being a nun, Terra knew her way around Eir's clothing. She undid her shoulder pauldrons first, pulling them apart. Bit by bit, the inquisitor felt their weight being lifted from her shoulders, while the nun moved on to her vambraces. She pulled them off of Eir's arms as well, freeing them from the inquisitor's body.

Raising her arms, Eir gazed upon her flesh. It shined as the water from the rain had soaked through her armor and clothing. But before she could think about it for too long, Terra leaned in, pressing her bountiful bosom up against Eir's back. The inquisitor leaned forward, her eyes closing shut as she bit into her bottom lip, feeling the rise of tension yet again. The nun's hands were stroking along her stomach, running along her shirt and the chain mail she wore. Despite them being in the way, Eir could feel Terra's hands, as if they were touching flesh directly.

“So strong..." whispered the nun, causing Eir's head to look away.

There it was again; that warmth. Why did Terra's praise feel so warm?

But Eir didn't focus on it for too long. Terra's hands had dropped down to the hem of her shirt and chain mail. Grabbing both, the nun began dragging it up and up and up the inquisitor's body, pulling it off her head and disrobing her upper torso.

Was Eir as busty as Terra? No, of course not. Was Eir still incredibly gifted in her chest? Yes, yes she was. Not that there was a competition, but among the ranks of the Courthouse, Eir's cup size was easily the largest. There was Mother Mavus whose bust was larger, and Mother Sila too, but they were both mature women with children.

Eir on the other hand? Her bust was big and shapely, but also so incredibly firm. Wearing a mature black bra with a floral pattern, her chest was squeezed ever so slightly and giving this lift. All the while, it glowed in the light of the fire before her as water from the rain had soaked into her chest.

Embarrassed. Eir felt embarrassed. How odd. This wasn't a unique situation to her. The inquisitors were a unisex brigade. Men and women worked together in order to hunt down evil, and eliminate it in all shapes and forms. Dressing up and disrobing around others came with the territory; whether they be male or female, it did not matter. But for some reason, baring her chest and upper body towards Terra, felt oddly awkward. Was it because she did not know who the draph was? No, that can't be.

Having finished disrobing her, Terra moved away from the inquisitor and sat down next to her side. Eir was this towering amazon of a woman. Her physique was glorious and toned, with her pumped up back, her broad shoulders, her narrow waistline, and her busty bosom. On the other hand, Terra was short and soft. She had so many curves, with these incredibly wide hips, thicc thighs, slim midsection, and her glorious bosom. Together, the duo sat before their fire, feeling warm and rejuvenated after escaping the storm that forced them in here.

At least until Terra leaned in, resting her cheek against Eir's shoulder. The inquisitor tensed up in response, but said nothing. This warm blush spread out over her lips, again feeling embarrassed as she shared such personal space with the draph at her side. Terra was so short and... so soft... Eir could remember the feeling of her body when she picked her up.

All of that thiccness... all of that plushness... her fingers sinking into her flesh...

“So... while we are here... we may as well talk," said Terra as she smiled up at Eir, “Hmm... what question could I ask the likes of you?"

“Nothing personal, I hope," Eir replied, to which the nun giggled.

“Of course not! I'd never, Inquisitor Eir. Hmmm... but..." she cocked her head, “Ah-ha! I know... why did you become an inquisitor? Is that a personal question you don't want to answer?"

“Hm... I..." she closed her eyes, growing a bit forlorn.

It had been years since she thought about why she became an inquisitor, and even longer since someone last asked her such a question. Typically, Eir performed her duties quickly and professionally. She came to an area just long enough to eradicate the sinful, and then would leave. Very rarely would she have a conversation with someone beyond what was important. A moment like this with Terra was rare indeed.

“No... I have no qualms answering such a question," she said as her eyes reopened, gazing at the fire in front of her, “I am an orphan. Throughout my childhood years, I grew up in the Courthouse's orphanage."

“Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that..." said Terra as she shook her head.

“There's no need. I have never bemoaned the fact that I do not know my birth parents, and I never will," Eir replied, “My family were the other children of the orphanage, and the brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers that looked over us. I was raised by them, and under their watchful eyes."

“Hm... did you ever dream of being adopted one day?" asked Terra, to which Eir shook her head.

“Maybe I did in my youth... but not in my later years. The orphanage was the only home I had ever known. The idea of being adopted and leaving one day, even to a well-off family, was a frightening thought. When I grew up to be a teenager, I let it be known that I planned on becoming a formal member of the Orthodoxy onceI came of age," and then, oddly enough, Eir smiled, “I was much like you, in a way. I started as a nun in a church."

“Kufufufufufufu! I'm sure you were a marvelous nun. Should I call you Sister Eir then?"

“Hah hah... no, no... those years are long behind me," said Eir with a shake of her head, “Besides, I was never a good nun. I was too stern and stiff, and it made me difficult to talk to."

“I don't agree," said Terra as she gazed up at her, “Yes, you are stern. Yes, you are professional. Yes, you are serious. But those are not negative traits to have. I see you like... I see you like..."

Turning around, Terra faced Eir directly, guiding the inquisitor to do likewise. Her green eyes met Terra's red eyes, watching as the draph raised her dainty finger and placed it on her cheek. Gently, the nun stroked her, bringing this warmth out of the inquisitor's chest, which rapidly spread throughout her body.

“You give off this aura of... an older sister," said Terra, “I see safety in you. If the children of the orphanage were afraid, I'm sure they'd run to you first for protection, and you'd protect them from any monster that exists, no matter what."

“Terra..."

“But I... I see something else in you..." continued the nun as she leaned in even closer, “I can see it in your face... in your eyes. Eir... hm... do you have a burden on your shoulders?"

“A... burden?" repeated the inquisitor, “Wh... whatsoever do you mean?"

“A burden? A sin?" Terra stated, “Do you have a sin that is weighing down on you?"

Eir gritted her teeth and looked away.

A sin that was weighing her down? No one is without sin, nor would Eir ever claim she was sinless! But a sin so great that it was weighing her down? There was no such thing on her shoulders! And even if there was, how would Terra know about it?

No, wait! This was Eir's chance! If the Order of Lumina was a cult, then now would be the time to uncover it! She was going to open up her holy eyes and discover the myriad of sins within Terra's so--

“Will you give it to me?" asked the nun, cutting Eir's thoughts short.

“Wh... what?"

“Will you give it to me?" she repeated, before giving the inquisitor a demure smile, “Will you give me your sin?"

“I...?"

“In the eyes of the grand goddess, Lumina, there is no sin that cannot be absolved," Terra explained, “And it is the duty of her most argent worshipers to help others reach that absolution. By liberating you of your sins, you can travel forward in life, unhindered by these painful burdens," she extended her hand, “Eir... please, give me this sin that clings to you."

“I... I have done nothing," said the inquisitor through gritted teeth, “My sins are not so heavy that they must be taken away."

“No... you lie to yourself," said Terra as she shook her head, “And I can see it. Eir..."

Reaching down, the draph grabbed Eir's hand. Clutching her by the wrist, she brought her hand over towards her bosom, placing it on her chest. The inquisitor's eyes widened as her hand was squeezed into Terra's soft tit. It was so big... so soft... so... heavy. It weighed down on her palm, transferring this heat through her body, and making the inquisitor shudder. She opened her mouth to say a word, but all that came out was a groan.

“Grraaah... nnghh!" then she tensed up and shook her head, “T-Terra... what are you doing?"

“In the eyes of Lumina, the body is a glorious treasure," answered Terra, “I've noticed you observe my body through my attire, and I feel no shame in this. If anything, I feel proud of it. There is no disgrace in sharing myself with those who need my aid. And you, Eir? You need my aid. So please, allow me to absolve you of your sins, if only for tonight."

Her beckoning tone oozed into Eir's ears. It sounded less like words and more like honey. Yes, that's it; warm, gilded honey was pouring into her ears, subduing the inquisitor. A part of her told her not to agree, told her to use her holy rite and learn just what kind of being Terra was... but her body betrayed her. The warmth she felt was too great to ignore. Besides...

A part of her wanted to experience just what the Order of Lumina could do.

“Fine then," said Eir through gritted teeth, “Take this so-called sin from me... if you can..."

“Kufufu~"

The sound of Terra's giggle was different from usual. This one didn't sound as cutesy and regal as normal, instead sounding a bit more... flirtatious. It caused Eir's eyes to widen, while the nun's hands gently grabbed her face. Gazing forward, the inquisitor's green eyes met Terra's red ones, watching as they came in closer... and closer... and cloooossseeeerr...

Their noses touched... and then their lips met.

“Mmmfff..."

“Hmmm...?"

Eir's eyes widened as shock and surprise rushed through her face. Terra was kissing her! The draph's thin lips were pressing to hers, taking the inquisitor into a kiss! At first it was chaste, like a simple peck on the lips. But as the moments went on, the kiss grew deeper. Terra guided Eir's mouth open with her lips, and then pushed her tongue into the inquisitor's awaiting maw.

She was kissing her... deeply. She was kissing her... passionately. She was kissing her in a way that caused Eir's body to melt. She grew weak beneath the lips and tongue of Terra, who casually brought her into a sordid dance that warmed the depths of the inquisitor's body. Never in her entire life had Eir ever experienced something like this.

There was that one time in her youth, but... no... that's nothing like this...

Against the fire and the derelict temple around them, there echoed the soft sounds of Terra and Eir's liplock. The clicking of tongues, the gentle panting, the slurping of spit; it was a lewd yet subtle orchestra. The draph's ability was without rival, and her tongue was as deft as an assassin's knife. All of the inquisitor's defenses were worked down with ease, leaving her panting for breath when the nun pulled back.

“Haa-haaahahahaaa...!" Eir groaned, a shudder traveling through her body.

A bridge of spit hung between the two, glistening against the fire of the cavern. It remained firm until Terra pulled too far away, breaking it. Eir – still dazed – gazed forward, her green eyes meeting the nun's red ones. They were glowing softly, and a lurid smile spread laid on her lips.

“T-Terra...? Wh-what was that?" asked Eir as she shuddered.

Terra smacked her lips.

“I see now," she replied, “I see now the burden that weighs so heavily on your shoulders. That burden... that sin... it is the sin of betrayal."

Eir's eyes widened, her body quivering as those words left Terra's lips. The sin of betrayal. How could she say such a thing? Eir had betrayed no one in her entire life, no matter how minuscule said betrayal may be! She was as honest as could be, and would never manipulate another person for her own illicit gains.

However...

She knew what Terra was talking about. The betrayal Eir felt was not in a literal sense, but a metaphorical one. Coming to this realization, the inquisitor gazed away and gritted her teeth. How could she be so foolish as to make this mistake!? She should have pushed Terra away the moment she began talking about absolving her of her sins! No one's sins can be taken from them!

No one's...

“Eir..."

“I see now," said the inquisitor through gritted teeth.

Not giving Terra the chance to respond, Eir stood up from the fire. Nearby were her things, specifically her axe. Grabbing it from off the temple floor, she brandished her blade in her hands, while her green eyes glared towards the nun before her.

“You... you are a demon, aren't you!" shouted Eir as she held her axe in her hands.

Terra flinched at the accusation, her expression shifting into visible pain. Seeing this, the inquisitor faltered in her stance, only to regain her strength. Her grip tightening upon her axe, she used it both to threaten the nun... but also protect herself.

It wasn't working.

“Do you... really believe I am a demon?" asked Terra as she wore this face of pain, “I... I apologize, Eir... I never meant to say or do anything that would harm you."

“Terra..." she whispered back, before shaking her head in an attempt to regain her indignant demeanor, “N-no! I won't stand idly by and entertain this! No further! My... my sins can not be taken from me! And... and..." she started to wilt, “My... my sins cannot be taken from me... my sins..."

All the strength she mustered up... slowly began leaving her, bit by bit. Eir slumped forward, her face appearing lost as she looked to the side. Even this axe, which had protected her many times throughout her life, felt almost acidic to the touch. But she held it nonetheless... while Terra scooted forward on her knees.

“Eir... I merely wish to help you," she said, “I have no intentions of bringing harm upon you in any way imaginable. When I see someone like you – someone dragged back by the sins of their life – I merely wish to aid them."

“And that kiss we shared... th-that's how you help someone? That's how you absolve them of their sins...?" asked Eir in an incredulous manner.

Terra did not fight back. She nodded.

“Yes. The body is a treasure, Eir. A glorious treasure. The flesh cannot and should not be denied. By using my body – by using our bodies – we can cleanse you of the sin of guilt. So please..."

Getting up on her feet, Terra walked over towards Eir. The inquisitor's eyes snapped upon her face... only to slowly travel down. From side to side, the sensual hips of the nun swayed, almost as if she were moving to some silent, erotic music. Eir shuddered in place, and her mouth gaped slightly, allowing drool to slide from her lips.

This nun... this lewd, erotic, nun! Such wide hips! Such big breasts! Such an impish face! And it was all coming closer... and closer... and closer... and then...

Pat...

Terra placed her hand on the handle of Eir's axe. Gently, she pushed it down, with the inquisitor allowing her to do so. The axe soon fell from her hands with a loud--

CLANK!!!

And the two stood there, gazing into each others' eyes.

“Terra..."

“Please, Eir," whispered the draph as her powerful, erotic, divine eyes stared into the inquisitor's face, “Please, Eir... trust yourself in me. Allow me to absolve you of the sin you have collected. Give it to me."

Eir remained breathless and silent, struggling to mount a defense against Terra's request. Before she could utter a word – even a grunt – the draph raised two fingers. Placing them up to her mouth in a 'v' shape, Terra's eyes grew lidded, and they glowed in this umber light. Then her tongue slithered out, where it writhed and danced in the air.

That gesture... that lewd... erotic... lurid gesture... that gesture told Eir everything she needed to know. The inquisitor's breath quickened.

“How will you do it...?" Eir asked... though she already knew the answer.

“By allowing you to experience paradise," Terra answered.

Dim. Eir's world felt dim. She was in this dark cave, there was a raging storm outside, and there was a soft fire beside them. Putting it lightly, at this very moment, there was no one else in Eir's life but Terra. And Terra moved in closer. And Terra reached up to gently place her hand on Eir's cheek. And Terra guided Eir down. And Terra...

“Mmmmff..."

“Nmmmm..."

Kissed her.

Their lips pressed together perfectly, much like they did the first time. Gently they rumbled against one another, while the voluptuous nun began guiding Eir's mouth open. Pushing her tongue in, they started sliding and grinding their tongues against one another, drawing passionate and lewd moans from their lips.

This time, Eir did not fight back.

She embraced the draph, deepening the kiss on her end. A gleeful moan left Terra's muffled mouth as the inquisitor clutched her closer. For several long, blissful, drawn out moments, the two women indulged in the feeling of each others' tongues and mouths. And then their footing grew limp, and Eir fell upon the ground.

But Terra did not move away from her. The erotic fell atop the lustful inquisitor, continuing on their lip lock. Her big, busty breasts pressed against Eir's firm chest, while her hands wrapped around her powerful shoulders. The once passionate pace of their kiss, was slowly shifting into something more intense, something more raw, something more primal.

“Mmmmph! Mmmm! Hmmmph~!"

“Hmmmph! Mmmmph! Hnnnmmf!"

Terra's higher-pitched moans mixed with Eir's lower-pitched ones, as their breathing and voices grew quickened. The clicks of their tongues, the 'chus' and 'mfuaahs' of their mouths, and the swapping of spit, all bounced against the walls of the cave they were in, which acted like some sort of natural sound tunnel. The sounds of their growing coupling, all echoed into Eir's ears.

And she loved it!

Hot! Her body felt hot! Eir's body felt hotter than it had ever felt in her entire life! And she's been to deserts such as Jyotisha and Gritar! But this heat beat out theirs! This heat was so amazing!

A lurid moan left Eir's lips, and her fingers clutched upon Terra's body. These strong hands knew their way around weapons of all shapes and sizes, and had killed so many beings; people, beasts, and monsters alike! Now they were starting to explore the body of the voluptuous draph she was with. They traced along Terra's shoulders, ran along her sides, came down to her hips... and then she squeezed her.

“Hnnnnnggghhh~~~" Terra moaned.

Moaning aloud, Terra pulled back, their lips breaking with this loud 'Chu!' which echoed throughout the cavern. Sitting up on Eir's lap, the voluptuous nun gently rocked her hips as they were squeezed, groaning all the while. The inquisitor may be a strong woman, one who knew her way around a weapon more than she did a body, but that didn't make her touch any less erotic, any less wonderful.

“More~" whispered the draph as she dropped her hands down to grab a hold of Eir's, “Touch me more. Treat my body like what it is; a treasure~"

Under Terra's guidance, the inquisitor's hands were pulled away from her wide hips, and brought up to her curvaceous chest. Yes, these breasts! These busty, buxom, beautiful, breasts! All day, Eir had unintentionally marveled at the draph's breasts. But did that change anything? Whether intentional or unintentional, it was clear that – on some level – she was attracted to the nun's erotic body. Its lewd shape... its lascivious beauty... every aspect of Terra's figure was downright sensual!

And now Eir's hands were resting on the most erotic part of her body: Terra's titillating tits!

Her fingers sank into the flesh of the draph's chest, squeezing and lifting it. Like earlier, Eir learned just how heavy Terra's breasts were. They pushed down on the palms of her hand like stones, like bricks! Soft, malleable bricks!

A groan of desire left Eir's mouth as she gritted her teeth. Squeezing Terra's tits even harder, she also caused a groan to leave the draph's lips. She arched her back, pushing more of her busty breasts into the inquisitor's awaiting hands, something she took advantage of. She lifted one of tit with one hand, and squeezed the other tit with her other. Then she roll them around and around in circles, coaxing panting moans from the lips of the draph above her.

There was something oddly cute about the way Eir touched her. It became clear to Terra that the inquisitor had no idea what she was doing. She's never touched someone in such a manner before, and it showed through her movements. They fumbled, they tumbled, they bumbled around! That being said, that didn't make her fondling any less pleasurable. There was this unmistakable power behind Eir's hands. The way she squeezed, groped, and kneaded Terra's bosom, brought forth moans from the sultry nun's lips. Left and right she swayed, while her thighs squeezed upon the inquisitor's hips.

“So good~" she whispered against the temple.

Growing emboldened by Terra's praise, Eir's hands slipped around to the back of the nun's body. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to experience the full brunt of the draph's glorious bust! While she may not be the best at groping tits, she certainly knew her way around a woman's brassier. Ya'know, the inquisitor is a woman, after all. So with a swipe of her fingers...

“Ah~?"

Terra's bra fell loose upon her bosom.

Lifting her arms, the draph rested them beneath her bosom, keeping her bra from falling off. Was she teasing Eir? The inquisitor's wondered this, while Terra looked down upon her with this soft pink glow in her red eyes. For a few moments, all the draph did was breath, letting her chest expand as she sized up the inquisitor beneath her.

And then this devilish smile spread out on her lips.

“Aahhaaa..."

Terra's arms dropped... and so too did her bra. Collapsing to the side, it unveiled the draph's breasts in all of its divine glory. Their shear size was enough to make one's mouth water, their shape was without rival, and her nipples. Oh this pink, bright, sharp, nipples. Nipples you'd one to touch, tweak, squeeze, fondle, and nurse from for hours if given the chance.

Against the light of their fire, which flicked and danced on her form, Terra's breasts looked like the gates to paradise. They coaxed Eir forward, who again placed her hands upon the draph's bosom. An airy sigh left the nun's lips, but she said not a word. Instead, she allowed the inquisitor to idly explore her breasts directly.

The palms of her strong hands stroked along Terra's bosom, running upon flesh so pristine and so perfect, one would swear it belonged to a newborn. Around and around in circles, Eir's hands traveled along the draph's bosom, stopping as she came down to the sides. Then she squeezed her tits together, indulging in their pillowy softness. Sliding her hands down to the bottom, the inquisitor gave her tits yet another squeeze, pushing her fingers in and in and in... and then...

Tap-Tap!

She pushed Terra's tits up. It was soft bounce, but it was a bounce nonetheless. And when Terra's tits bounce? Oh, they bounce. Her breasts quivered for what felt like an eternity, sending rippling waves throughout her flesh like the waters of the ocean. It was so hypnotic, that Eir could gaze nowhere but at the draph's bosom. The inquisitor didn't even so much as blink until those tits finally – finally – came to halt.

“How is this possible...?" said Eir.

“Kufufufufufu~ nothing is impossible for the vessel of Lumina," said Terra as she brushed some hair from her face.

“The vessel...?"

“Kufufufufufufu~ do not worry about it, Eir," reaching down, she grabbed the inquisitor's wrist and brought up her hand, where she sandwiched it between her tits, “Lose yourself in the treasure that is my body... and relieve the sin that weighs so heavily on your soul."

Eir said not a word, instead looking up at Terra's face. The impish smile she once wore had been replaced with another smile. This one was warmer, and exuded the love of a mother. And that love brought Eir up and forward. She placed her hands upon the sides of Terra's bosom, opened her mouth, and--

“Nmmph..."

“Oh~"

Captured one of the draph's delicious, plump nipples into her mouth.

Odd... this felt so right. This felt like something Eir should always be doing. Her lips perfectly wrapped around Terra's nipple, and she sucked on it with this almost instinctive need. The taste of the draph's flesh danced on her tongue, and was amplified by the salt of her sweat. Both of which guided the inquisitor to suckle on her tits more and more, pushing into the draph as she did so.

“That's it... aaah~" moaned Terra as she clutched the back of Eir's head, “Suckle more from me... nnnnmmph~!"

Her breasts were oh so sensitive. She could feel the smoothness of Eir's lips, and the incredible vacuum of her sucking mouth. Head leaning back, the erotic nun let out a cry of orgasmic bliss, while she rocked her hips gently on the inquisitor's lap. More... more! She wanted her to suckle from her more!

And Eir was giving her that more.

Deepening her voracious suckling, the inquisitor brought up her hand and placed it to Terra's back, pushing more of her bosom into her awaiting mouth. Even though the draph could not produce milk, that didn't slow her sucking in the least bit. She pulled, she drew, and she nibbled, and she suckled, and she lathered this titty in her hot spit! And that hot spit? Oooooh, it creased from her lips, slid down the curvature of Terra's bosom, and dribbled upon the ground between them.

Such a hungry, hungry girl! Terra's hand gently stroked down the back of Eir's head, while the pleasure of her suckling rumbled through the entirety of her body. Biting into her bottom lip, the draph nodded, and then reached down to grab one of Eir's hands. Gripping it by the wrist, she pulled it down her back, sliding it all the way towards her butt. And once the inquisitor got her palm on her ass...

Squeeeeeeeeeeezzzeeee!

“Mm-hm~! Yeah~! More~! Aahahhaa~"

Eir clutched upon Terra's butt, giving it a powerful squeeze with her powerful hands. The draph's butt wasn't just big, wasn't just plump, wasn't just shapely, it was so damn juicy as well! Much like her breasts above, the nun's butt was flawless and free of blemish, and one could squeeze it for fucking hours.

With her mouth still wrapped around her nipple, Eir began to furiously grope and knead Terra's ass. Around and around in circles, she rolled her fat ass in circles, while her fingers and nails dug into her flesh. Then she brought back her hand, and – in a moment of wild, primal fury...

SMACK!

“YAAAAH~~~!"

Eir couldn't see it as she was still focused on sucking Terra's tit, but she could feel it. She could feel every moment of the draph's ass as it quivered, quaked, and jiggled for what felt like an eternity... before steadily coming to a halt.

When it did, the inquisitor pulled away, a soft panting echoing from her mouth. Green eyes glowing softly, she looked Terra up and down, before settling her gaze on the draph's eyes. The nun looked back, panting softly as the pink energy in her red eyes seemed to glow that much brighter.

For several moments they remained still. Eir laying on the ground, slightly leaned up, and Terra straddling her hips. The light from their fire illuminated their bodies, casting their lewd shadows upon the walls.

In silent appreciation for one another, their hands began tracing and traveling along one another's bodies. Eir's hand ghosted upon Terra's shoulder and side, while Terra's hand came down to rest on her clavicle... and then slide down towards her bosom.

The inquisitor... was an incredibly beautiful woman. She had this stunning, statuesque height, and this powerful, olympic body. Tracing her physique with her dainty hand, Terra found her desires for Eir increasing exponentially. And then her hand came down to the abs on the inquisitor's stomach. So strong... so firm... so remarkable. Terra just needed to indulge in it.

Her lips breaking out into an impish smile, the nun's hand continued trailing along Eir's figure. For several moments this went on, before she suddenly stopped, and began moving down. The inquisitor had spent so long nuzzling, kissing, and nursing from her bosom, so now it was Terra's turn!

Plap!

“Aaah?"

The erotic nun's face fell into Eir's bosom, pressing against it like she was hugging a big stuffed animal. And, goodness, it was amazing. The inquisitor's chest may not have been as big as her own, but that didn't make it any less remarkable. Eir's chest was busty, and so damn firm! It barely bent, it barely broke! It held strong against Terra, even as the draph began nuzzling and groaning against her flesh by shaking her head left and right.

And... goodness... for such a pure and virtuous woman, why did Eir wear such provocative undergarments? This black bra which clung to her chest, wouldn't look out of place on the body of a scandalous duchess, not an inquisitor such as herself. Not that Terra minded. In her eyes, this was perfect.

“This body," said the nun as her hands traveled around to Eir's back, “This body of yours is a glorious treasure. It must be seen as such. Kufu~ it's almost a sin in itself that this body isn't given the respect it deserves."

“My body...?" repeated Eir.

All throughout the day, Terra had praised Eir. And all throughout the day, Eir told Terra the same thing. She did not do what she did for praise, she did what she did because it was the right thing to do. But the draph was somehow dismantling all of that. Never before had praise felt so good. Whenever Terra praised her, showered her with affection and adoration, the inquisitor felt her body grow warmer and warmer.

She wanted to experience more of it.

“This body is a treasure," whispered Terra as she pulled apart the hooks of Eir's bra, “And I shall bring this treasure to light."

Tugging back, the nun removed Eir's bra, revealing her busty firm chest to the temple around them. A shy blush appeared on the inquisitor's lips, and her teeth began to grind against one another, but she said not a word. Gasping, Terra's eyes were glowed upon her chest, her impish smile returning as that pink glow in her eyes grew ever bright.

“Beautiful~" she whispered as her dainty hands fell upon Eir's chest.

The differences in their abilities was like night and day. The inquisitor fumbled about when she groped Terra's chest, not really knowing how to please a woman's – or anyone's – body. But the same was not true for the nun. Her fingers danced upon Eir's chest with this flawless skill, stroking, kneading, and groping her chest. Jolts of pleasure ran throughout the inquisitor's body, causing her back to arch, which pushed her tits out more towards Terra's awaiting hands. And Terra did not hesitate.

She brought her fingers up, pinching upon Eir's hard nipples. Groaning as her sensitive nubs were toyed with, the inquisitor's head turned to one side, and she bit upon her curled finger. This inadvertently offered up her neck to Terra, something the nun was quick to take advantage of.

“Nmmph!!!"

“Oooooh~!"

A deep and erotic moan left Eir's lips as Terra pressed her mouth to her neck. Embracing the inquisitor, she kissed, bit, and suckled upon her flesh, while their busty breasts pressed against one another. Terra's were so soft, Eir's were so firm, both were so perfect. And when their nipples began grinding and pressing against one another, the pleasure they felt was only compounded.

For several moments, the draph showered Eir's neck with praise, her drool oozing down her flesh. Passionate and powerful moans left the inquisitor's lips, only stopping when Terra stopped. Gazing up, she met the pink gaze of the nun once again. They remained locked on one another, up until Terra moved down, pressing her lips to Eir's in a soft kiss.

Then she kissed down her chin.

Then she kissed down her neck.

Then she kissed upon her chest.

Stopping here momentarily, Terra again decided to indulge in Eir's bosom. Maybe she was a breasts kind of girl? Then again, everyone would be a breast kind of person when it came to Eir's firm bosom. Clinching them on the sides, she began kissing her tits, then licking them, then she wrapped her lips around one nipple, and began suckling.

“Nmm~ Mmm~ Mmmm~"

“Aaah! Hoooooh! Oooooh~! T-Terraa~!"

This feeling, this pleasure! Never in Eir's wildest dreams did she ever imagine something this good! Was this what it felt like to be suckled from? To have her sensitive nipples be nibbled upon and suckled from, as if she could produce milk? The act of sucking from Terra's tits, and now having her own tits be sucked from, sent pleasure straight to the inquisitor's brain!

Could she ever free herself from the clutches of this feeling after tonight? The answer was simple. No. Never.

Unlike Eir, Terra did not remain attached to her breasts for long. Pursing her lips again, the draph began kissing down and away from Eir's chest. Her lips ran along the inquisitor's powerful body, layering her abs in the kisses – and the praise – it so rightfully deserved. And she felt each and every kiss. Her body would softly push up, her back arching against the ground as the erotic nun continued moving down.

And then she stopped.

Terra's hands came to Eir's hips, gripping them... framing them. The inquisitor was a strong woman, with a voluptuous physique... and an erotic figure. Yes, that's it; Eir wasn't just beautiful, Eir wasn't just strong. Eir was fucking erotic. Her body had this lewd shape, what with her busty breasts, and wide hips, and powerful thighs. And what of her shapely butt? Oh, that was marvelous too!

Eir's body was powerful, beautiful, and fucking lewd. And Terra was going to teach her just how lewd it was.

Gripping the rim of Eir's pantyhose, Terra slowly began peeling it off her skin, like she was unveiling a beautiful portrait. The inquisitor's legs shifted slightly, knees bending as the erotic nun revealed more and more of her lewd body. These powerful legs and thighs that have propelled her through a variety of battles. Now they laid here, quivering beneath the superior skill of the draph above her.

“So beautiful~" Terra praised as she again leaned forward, “Chu... wonderful... chu... erotic... chu... I will treasure this body."

Her kisses peppered Eir's stomach, hips, and then her thighs. And each kiss was stronger than the last, drawing groans of desire from the inquisitor's mouth. Terra's stroking hands steadily worked her legs open, despite Eir's desires. Mentally, she wanted to keep her womanhood covered. Physically, she was coerced open by the draph's skillful hands. And what did she reveal?

Eir's most sinful spot.

The inquisitor made sure to keep good care of her body. While she did not see it as a 'treasure' as Terra would call it, she understood the importance of proper hygiene. Because of that, Eir's womanhood was well shaven. Not completely shaven mind you, but it was no bush. A well-maintained group of blonde pubic hair sat above her pussy, like golden strands. And they sat above--

“Aaah~"

Eir's twitching, drooling, cunt.

Never in her entire life had her pussy been so hot, so wet before. It seemed to pulsate, as if greedily reaching for something – anything – that could satiate it. Eir may not be sexually active, but she was not so sheltered by her religion that she did not know what sexual intercourse was. But never once in her entire life has she been as sexually aroused as she was now.

It was overwhelming!

Like some bashful, blushing beauty, Eir's hands curled above her chin, and she shuddered as she gazed down her body. Legs spread, the inquisitor's most sacred spot was presented towards Terra, whose hands rested on her thighs. Keeping these legs open, the draph wanted nothing to obscure her sight of Eir's pussy, no matter how embarrassing it may be.

“T-Terra," the inquisitor whimpered, to which the erotic nun chuckled.

“Oh, this place," whispered Terra as her thumb gently stroked along Eir's slit.

“Aah~!"

“Kufufufufufufu~! This place is where all of your sins have accumulated. This is where I will pull them out of you."

“Haah-haaaaah...! D-does it really work like that?" Eir asked in an uncharacteristically demure manner.

“Kufufufufu~ allow me to show you, Eir."

Pushing up the inquisitor's legs to offer her more space, Terra slowly descended down. Incapable of looking away, Eir watched as the erotic nun's lurid mouth came so dangerously close to her sopping wet folds. White-hot breaths left her lips, ticking the folds of the inquisitor; the first signs of what to come. And what came next?

Smoooch!

“Aaaah! Hooooooh~!"

A kiss to Eir's southern lips.

Terra's mouth pressed up to the inquisitor's cunt, kissing her folds not unlike the liplock they shared up above. The touch of those talented lips against her sensitive sweltering cunt, caused Eir to throw her head back in lust as a roaring moan left her. She never so much as touched herself down there, finding the act of self-pleasure to be so pointless! But maybe this is what she needed to understand the pleasures of the flesh, the pleasures she had denied herself for so long.

Eir needed a teacher. And that teacher was Terra!

The devious draph placed her hands upon Eir's legs, keeping them open as her mouth deepened its voracious assault. Her lips rumbled against the inquisitor's cunt, slurping up her honey in this lewd and loud display that not only reflected in Eir's eyes, but also bounced about in her ears. All of which added to the pleasure she was feeling.

Her pussy was being devoured! Terra's talented tongue licked and danced along her folds, being somehow both long and devious, and broad and strong! It pushed along the center of Eir's cunt, then stroked all the way up, flicking upon the inquisitor's clit with so much force that it nearly made her climax on the spot!

“OOOOOH-HOOOOH~~~!?"

It certainly made her wail with orgasmic pleasure.

Quaking waves of pleasure were sent rumbling through Eir's body as Terra dined on her pussy. The strong and fit physique that is her body, suddenly became soft and weak, all beneath the superior skill of the nun between her legs. She could feel it, she could feel all of it. Terra's kissing mouth, the way she swallowed down her nectar, and that tongue. That devious tongue of hers suddenly began pressing and pushing against Eir's vaginal tunnel. Even if the inquisitor tried to fight back, it was a losing battle.

All it took was one... single... thrust...

Squelch!

“AAAH-HAAAAAH~!!!"

Eir's eyes grew wide and her mouth split open, again howling to the temple around them. Then on instinct, she reached up and grabbed a hold of the draph's horns, clutching them tight in her grasping hands. Then her legs squeezed in, clamping around Terra's face as she let the lust and rush of the situation take hold over her.

This was amazing! This was glorious! Never in Eir's life had she experienced anything close to this! The way Terra ate her out, kissing her, drinking from her, thrusting that talented tongue into her sweltering cunt, made Eir see nothing but stars!

So close! She was sooooooo close to showering the draph's face with her climax! But before she could finally unleash all of her pent-up lusts...

“Fuaaaah~!"

Terra suddenly stopped.

Whump!

Falling to the ground, Eir panted desperately for air while her arm covered her eyes. She was drenched in sweat, her pussy was throbbing with a near climax, and her mind was awash with thoughts. But one thought came to mind, and it was a simple one.

WHY!? WHY DID TERRA SUDDENLY STOP!?

Gritting her teeth, Eir slowly pulled herself up, gazing at the draph in a despondent manner. Terra meanwhile, had her eyes closed as her tongue lapped at her lips. She was cleaning it of the pussy juices the inquisitor so gleefully gave her, and so gleefully enjoyed doing so. Her lips were left glistening by the time she was done, and Eir watched as those lips curled into a devilish smile.

Terra wasn't done yet.

The draph mounted Eir's body once again, where she slowly began crawling up and up and up. The inquisitor stiffened in place, watching as the nun drew closer... only to stop. Gently, Terra's hand began stroking upon Eir's hip, before sliding towards her pelvis, and the incredible heat which throbbed between her legs.

“So hot~" Terra whispered as her fingers began stroking along Eir's cunt, “Don't you feel it? That heat? Nnngghh~ that heat is all of your sin. It's collected right here, and now its jumping about, desperate to be unleashed. I will free you from your burdens, Eir."

Puuuusshh!

“Hnnngggh~~!"

Terra's fingers... they pushed into Eir's awaiting cunt. So slender, so dainty, yet so strong, they easily penetrated the inquisitor, and quickly began working on her vaginal walls. They stroked her, with the draph's nails dragging upon every inch of her pussy, sending eruptions of pleasure throughout Eir's body.

“By the gods~!" the inquisitor screamed out, her back again arching as one arm fell over her eyes.

Eir's other hand gripped Terra's shoulders, squeezing it tight. Holding upon the draph, she didn't push her away, or even attempt to deflect her. No, she pulled her in; she wanted to feel more of the nun's talented touch! And Terra? Well...

Terra smiled. How ironic. When it came to matters of killing, Eir was a seasoned veteran. But when it came to lovemaking, she was as nubile as a virgin. Yes, Terra's skill was without rival, but the truth is, all the draph was doing was fingering her. Her middle and index finger pumped in and out of Eir's sweltering cunt, triggering lewd 'Squelch!' and 'Pop!' and 'Slrrrp!', all with her graceful digits.

And she was getting faster. And she was getting stronger!

PAT! THWAP! PLAP! SQUELCH! POP! SLRRP!

“OH! HOOOH~! OOOOH~! HAAAH-OOOOOH ~~~! AAAAH~! GODS! GODS! NNGHH~! GODSSS~~!"

What was better; the sounds Eir's body made, or the orgasmic cries of pleasure which left her lips? Honestly, Terra really couldn't answer. She knew one thing however; she wanted to bring out this music for as long as she possibly could. To make Eir scream out in orgasmic bliss, like her body was a lewd instrument waiting to play a lurid orchestra. Then and only then would Eir begin to realize the glory of Lumina.

And that 'glory' was coming. Faster... faster... faster...

“OH GODS! OH! HOOOHH ~~~! GODS! AAAAAH~ AHH~! HAAAH~1 HAAAH~ TEEERRRAAAAAAA~~~" SQUIRRRRRRRTTT!!! “HOOOOOOOHHHH!!!"

SQUIRRT! SQURRRT! SQQRRRRRTTT!!!

In thick, gooey strands, Eir's climax erupted all over Terra's hand, covering it in a glossy and clear sheen. This wasn't just an orgasm, this was an explosion! So much feminine jizz came squirting out of her cunt, and staining Terra's hand, arm, and forearm! And it just kept coming! Shuddering, groaning, moaning, Eir kept twitching as her body was racked with climax after climax, with her juices shooting out in those strands!

Those strands...

Slowly, Terra pulled her fingers from Eir's quivering pussy, allowing the inquisitor to drop to the ground and lay there as a sweaty heap. For a few seconds, all she did was rest on the ground, panting in an attempt to catch her breath. Her blonde hair had fallen over her face, obscuring her vision. And when she pulled them aside and stared up, her eyes fell upon Terra.

The draph rested on her knees at Eir's side, her cum-soaked arm raised high. It glistened in the light of their fire place; a monument to what Terra had done.

“Do you see this...?" said the nun, “This? This is your sin."

“My... sin...?" Eir repeated, before taking in a deep breath, “My sin... ahh..."

Yes, Eir saw it now; she understood it now. The burden that Terra spoke of, the sin of betrayal. Eir had attempted to hide it before, attempted to deny it was even there! But now as she gazed upon her Terra's raised arm, she realized what she was doing was wrong. By not admitting to the issues she felt, she was indeed betraying her orthodoxy as a whole.

“I'm sorry..." Eir whispered.

Slurp!

“Hm...?"

Gazing forward, Eir watched as Terra plugged her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean of the inquisitor's climax. It tasted so good! There was this unmistakable sweetness to Eir's flavor, but it was mixed with this spice! All of it danced on Terra's tongue, drawing a moan from her muffled lips.

When her fingers were cleaned, the nun moved forward and placed her hands upon Eir's cheeks where she gently guided the inquisitor forward, resting her face against her big, soft bosom.

“There, there, Eir," she said, “There is nothing to feel ashamed of. What you are going through, is something many go through at some point in their lives. I'd only be disappointed if you continued denying the problem was there."

Gently, Eir snuggled against Terra's amazing, soft, and warm bosom. It cradled her head, and with Terra's hands nuzzling her in closer, the inquisitor melted against the draph's body. Not in a long, long, long time had she experienced something like this. Not since she was a child, in fact. It made her wonder; if she knew her mother – her birth mother – would she have hugged her like this?

It was just so warm... so passionate... so loving.

“Do you really... think so...?" Eir muttered as she looked up at the nun, “You said it yourself... it's the sin of betrayal... I..." she shook her head, “Cannot I even be forgiven for having these thoughts? They are so... haah... so blasphemous."

“In the eyes of Lumina, there is no sin so great that it cannot be absolved," Terra stated, “And I see that... this sin still weighs heavily on you. So for tonight..." she stroked her soft hand along Eir's cheek, “Give it to me. Give me this sin, and all the sins you have, no matter how extreme or mundane. Allow me to satiate your weary soul."

Reaching up, Eir clutched Terra's wrists, gripping it tenderly. Again, the draph's eyes were filled with this warmth and love that she's never seen come from another person. The way they glowed, and the swelling of her chest, all told Eir one thing.

To give Terra her sins. To give Terra everything.

“Please... take it from me..."

Terra nodded.

“Of course, inquisitor~ Chu!"

Their lips met; kissing and kissing and kissing. As she had done before, Eir allowed Terra to dictate the pace of their kiss. The draph guided her along in this lurid dance of lips and bodies, eventually resting the inquisitor upon the ground yet again. But this time, the nun did not join her. This time, Terra stood above Eir, this lurid smile on her impish lips, and this vibrant pink glow in her red eyes.

Sliding her hands down her sides, the erotic nun placed them on her hips, where she grabbed the panties framing her womanhood. Stymied in place, Eir brought her hand up, curling it beneath her chin as she watched Terra steadily slide her panties down her wide and voluptuous hips. Unflinching, the inquisitor's gaze locked squarely on the draph's pelvis as...

There...

Standing before her was Terra's clean-shaven pussy. It peaked at Eir from between the draph's sumptuous thighs, oozing its nectar at a slow – yet steady – stream. Never before had a woman's body been so endlessly attractive to the inquisitor. She's known remarkable men and women all her life, but none have elicited this raging fire of attraction and arousal like Terra did. It caused Eir to stiffen up, and made her breathing quicken, while the erotic nun posed with her arms above her head.

“How do you feel about my body?" Terra asked, to which the inquisitor swallowed her spit.

“It's so... obscene..." answered Eir, causing the draph to giggle.

“Then... bare witness to this obscene body of mine," said Terra as she embraced herself, squeezing her bosom close, “For my lewd figure shall make good on its promise, and allow you to experience a shred of paradise. But first... you must prepare me."

“Prepare... you...?"

“Mm-hm~ you must prepare me... by using your mouth," raising her hand, Terra began curling her finger in a 'come hither' motion, “Place your mouth to my pussy, and savor the taste of my body."

“Nmmm~!"

That command... it garnered this lewd, needy whimper from Eir's lips. If only she could hear herself now. Then again, maybe it's best she couldn't hear how pathetic she sounded. The idea of performing oral sex on someone – anyone – was a thought so wild to her, that Eir couldn't even imagine how she'd respond if someone asked her to do such a thing mere hours ago. And yet here she was, rising up to do just that.

Placing her hands on Terra's hips, the inquisitor squeezed her sumptuous body, garnering this erotic sigh from the draph. Her fingers sank into her soft and pliable flesh, while her green eyes locked in on her sweltering pussy. There was a heat which traveled from it, one that carried with it the nun's scent. And that odor made Eir's mouth water.

She couldn't take it anymore!

“Nmmmph~~~!"

“Haaaaaahhhhnnn~~~!"

Divine. Terra's pussy tasted divine.

Now, that's not a complement Eir throws around casually. Being an inquisitor, she's aided many throughout her life. From the most humble of farmers, to the most braggart of royals, there's no one Eir's aided who have not thanked her for her duty. And when it comes to thanking her, most do it by giving her a feast. She has enjoyed many meals created by some of the most talented chef's in all the land.

But Terra's pussy...? Oh, her pussy was superior to them all.

Eir's eyes closed shut and her face grew focused, while her tongue lapped at hungrily at the draph's cunt. The wild and loud sounds echoed throughout the temple, mixing with the delicious 'MMMMMS!' that left Eir's lips. Truly, the inquisitor was dining on a meal she never knew existed, and from this moment on, would never want to be without!

Up above, Terra quivered with delight, her mouth opened wide as she let loose an endless stream of moans and groans. Was Eir good at eating pussy? Absolutely not! Her tongue fumbled, and her mouth kissed, all without rhyme or rhythm. But did that matter? Again, absolutely not! The inquisitor dined on her pussy like she was a rabid beast! Eating, slurping, devouring, and sure to leave nothing left! It was so good, that the erotic nun was starting to grow weak in the knees!

Pat! Grab!

But before she could fall over, Eir grabbed her by her waist and ass, squeezing and holding her in place. A grin broke out over Terra's lips, and she reached down, placing her hands on the inquisitor head and shoulders to help keep her in place.

“Yes~! Nnnghh~! Yeeesssss ~~! Haaaahhhnn~! Nnngghh~! Push your tongue~ haaaah~! Into my pussy~! Nnnghhh~~~! This taste~! Learn it~! Savor it~! Understand this is the taste of... aaahh~! This is the taste of your goddesssss~!"

Terra's cry rang through the cave as Eir's tongue slipped into her folds. If her taste was divine on the outside, then what did you think it tasted like on the inside? Honestly? There is no correct answer. The only one that came close in Eir's mind was...

Perfection.

The inquisitor's burly and wild tongue began to grind and writhe against Terra's vaginal walls. She plucked them upon every ridge she could reach, causing the draph to shake her hips as tiny jolts rocketed through her frame. Each one went roaring straight up to her head, causing the draph to clinch down with her teeth, and breathe hard through her nose.

“Yeeeessssss ~~! Nnngghhh! Haaaaaaahh~~~!"

Her hands gripping tighter on Eir's head, Terra began grinding her sopping pussy against her face, drenching it with the clear nectar of her cunt. The taste, the smell, the heat; all of it overwhelmed the inquisitor, making her think of nothing but Terra, and the glorious treasure that is her body!

The glorious treasure... of her goddess...

Slrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp...! POP!

“GUH! Hah! Ha! Haa ha ha!"

Begrudgingly, Eir was pulled away from Terra's cunt, where she stared up in a dazed manner towards the nun overhead. The draph's hand sat on her head, keeping in her in place, while her lips curled into this impish smile. No, this wasn't over. This was just the beginning.

“You are an inquisitor, one who finds and eradicates evil wherever it may lay," whispered Terra as she moved back, positioning herself above Eir's pelvis, “And yet... even you are not free from the burden of your sins," she said it with such glee, and the smile on her face grew more devilish, “Now you lay your lewd, erotic body out for me on this cavern floor," grabbing Eir's leg, she lifted it up whilst crouching down, “Now, I shall use this chance to absolve you of the sins which way you down, so that you may continue on with a guilt-free soul," she tipped her head down, “Are you ready, Eir?"

The inquisitor swallowed her spit.

“Yes..." she answered.

Tap~

“Oooooh~!"

This feeling! What was this exhilarating feeling!? Oh, that feeling? That feeling was the touch of Terra's pussy as it ground against Eir's sweltering folds.

The inquisitor's eyes widened as the voluptuous draph gripped her leg, keeping it raised high. At the same time, she crossed her legs against Eir's, pushing them together like a pair of garden shears... or... well... a pair of scissors.

With boundless skill and endless wisdom, Terra began grinding her pussy against Eir's in this lurid dance of their southern lips. Each erotic 'Tap~' of their pussies, echoed throughout the temple, along with the inquisitor's ever growing voice.

Never. Never ever ever could she imagine such a sordid sexual position! Two women, grinding their wet pussies against one another!? What lewd being could possibly come up with something so erotic!? But hearing about it and actually experiencing it were two different things! This was amazing!

“GODS YESSS~~!" roared Eir.

Leaning up, the inquisitor began pressing and grinding her pussy back against Terra's, while her hand reached up to clutch the draph's face. Together, the two breathed in the same hot breathes as one another, while Eir's green eyes peered into the nun's pink and red ones.

Pleasure! Indescribable pleasure! It felt like thunderbolts were roaring through Eir's body, but that wasn't good enough a description. It felt like an endless wave of roaring water was rushing through their kissing cunts, but that wasn't a good enough description either! It felt like volcanoes, hot and overflowing with burning desire for one another whenever they pressed! But, no, not even that was good enough to describe any of this!

This was... this was...

Oh... yes...

This was paradise.

Against the walls of the cavern, there laid their shadows. The inquisitor and nun, their bodies intertwined in the sordid act of tribadism, as they ground their wet pussies against one another in smacking, slurping kiss, after smacking, slurping kiss.

Eir could do nothing but watch as Terra's erotic and voluptuous body rolled from impact after impact. Every time that sordid 'Tap~' sounded off, a quake was sent rumbling through the nun's form. Her breasts jiggled, her hair did likewise, and her ass too, all as strands of pussy juices hung between the two like thick bridges.

And what of Eir herself? Oh, if only a mirror could be held up to her face. Terra was this grinning, impish, skillful nun, while the inquisitor looked so... chaste. This pleasure which ran through her body, constantly pushed her to the edge of reality. Her mind ebbed and flowed, swirling about within her skull like an endless tempest of pleasure!

And this pleasure...

“OOOOOHHH~~~!"

“AAAAAH-HAAAAAAAAHHH ~~~~!"

This pleasure was paradise.

SQUUURRRRRRTTTTT!!!

SQQQUIIIRRRRRTTTT!!!

In unison, both Terra and Eir jerked up, their backs arching as their kissing cunts erupted with feminine jizz! It roared, it flooded, it exploded, making a mess of their pelvises and pussies with a variable explosion of fem-cum! Marring down their waists, their slick, thick, and clear juices, oozed upon the ground between them, trickling like water as it darkened the ground beneath them. All the while, they remained locked up like statues, still embraced in this lewd entanglement of their legs as sweat and cum drenched their forms...

And then they fell...

Thud! Plap!

Eir collapsed upon the ground, gasping for breath as her green eyes fell on the ceiling over head. Terra laid atop her, her head resting in the inquisitor's firm bosom, as she too panted for breath. The two were drenched in sweat following their intense coupling, their minds rushing with a variety of thoughts.

But it was Eir who came to lucidity first. And when she did, all she felt was disappointment!

What had she done!? She was supposed to investigate Terra, and learn if the 'Order of Lumina' was a cult or not! She even came to the realization that the draph may have been a demon! And yet, now their sweaty bodies laid together in a mass of limbs on the ground, groaning with desire after enduring such amazing climaxes.

Eir gripped her head, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The shame she felt was immeasurable, disappointed that she – an inquisitor – fell to such honeyed words. The promise of absolving her of sins, of seeing paradise, and understanding the treasure of Terra's body, were all enough to make her submit. What was wrong with her?

“Eir...?" whispered Terra, but her call fell on deaf ears.

The inquisitor reached out for her clothing and items which had been laid near their fire. And what did she grab but her sword, clutching its handle as she began pulling it over.

Pat...

When a hand fell on her wrist.

“No, Eir. Don't."

The inquisitor shook in place, her eyes growing wide. The voice she heard... was not Terra's voice. It sounded similar, but it sounded so much more. It reverberated in Eir's ears, bouncing about like it had this subtle – yet powerful – echo to it. This voice sounded otherworldly... ethereal even.

And yet it held the warmth of a mother to it.

Stiffening in place, Eir released her hold on her sword as her green eyes traveled to the hand on her wrist. Not only did this voice not belong to Terra, but this hand did not as well. The draph was short, but this hand was so slender and mature. Slowly, it stroked down Eir's arm, where it came to sit on her cheek. Then it clutched the inquisitor... and guided her gaze forward.

“Ah...?"

There was a woman on Eir, but this woman was not the woman who originally collapsed upon her. Terra had seemingly vanished. Who replaced her was someone far, far taller. She was a voluptuous woman, one with a narrow waistline, wide, child-baring hips, and bosom so big, so busty, one would want to rest their head on it for hours. Her hair was short, curly, and indigo in color, and she had these vibrant red eyes. But perhaps most stunning of all was her unique set of horns which jutted from the sides of her head. They were segmented, with the top two horns being longer and thicker than the bottom two horns. They both curled in however, and shimmered this vibrant silver color.

Wait... indigo colored hair? Red eyes? Horns? Well, the color of the horns were different, but she had horns nonetheless! This woman... was she--

“Terra...?"

The woman smiled at Eir. And this smile... ah... it beamed with warmth and love. This wasn't just any smile. This was a mother's smile.

“Eir..." whispered the woman, her tone gentle and soothing like as she stroked her palm down her cheek.

“Lumina?" said Eir in genuine surprise, “You... you are... are you...? Who..." she shook her head, “What are you...?"

“Eir..." repeated the woman as she placed her hand on her chest, “The inquisitors of the Orthodoxy of Karton are given the ability to observe the sins of others, can they not? Eir..." grabbing her hand, she guided it upon her chest, allowing her to clutch it. The inquisitor didn't hesitate, and squeezed her palm over the buxom and firm tit of the goddess above her, “Please, Eir. I want you to observe my sins."

“Observe... your sins...?"

Eir grew tense upon the goddess request. She wanted her to observe her sins? Why would she ask for that? Why would anyone ask for such a thing? Regardless, the inquisitor swallowed her spit and nodded, before rising up so that she could be at eye level with the Lunar Mother. Then her eyes closed shut, and remained shut for several moments.

Even after suffering multiple climaxes that left her winded, Eir was capable of managing her ability. When her eyes opened, they shined a green color, allowing her to detect the sins of the goddess before her. And what did she see?

SINS! SINS! SINS! SINS! SINS!

Like a powerful, pungent miasma, sins wafted off of Lumina's form! It was thick, copious, nearly choking! And the way it oozed like a haze from her body, made it seem like it had a life of its own!

Eir has observed the sins of many people. From other members of her convent, to politicians throughout the world, and more than a few cultists. But even if Eir were to put them altogether into one physical form, their amassed number of sins would only amount to a smidgen of the sins collected within Lumina's being.

Never had Eir seen such a sinful being. Never would Eir see a being even more sinful than her!

And Lumina knew this. Lumina knew that Eir could see all the sins collected in her body. So why was she smiling? The grand goddess showed no hesitation, and didn't even make an attempt to obscure the inquisitor's vision of her. Why would she? No, she let her see all of her.

All... of... her...

“Lumina!" Eir gasped, causing the goddess to shake her head.

“Remember what I said before?" said the goddess as she slowly approached Eir, her hand clutching the inquisitor's chin, “It is my duty, and the duty of my followers to absolve the sins of others. And we do that by taking their sins into our bodies. The sins you see on my body, are the sins I have collected from others so that their weary souls can be soothed. Yours included."

Eir's breathing stiffened up, and her hands fell on Lumina's hips. Stroking her body, she not only bore witness to the sins collected within her form, but also marveled at her body as a whole. She did this for several moments before closing her eyes and gazing up. When her eyes reopened, the glow within them was gone, allowing her to marvel at the beauty of Lumina, and Lumina alone.

“Do you understand now, Eir? Do you?"

She nodded.

“Yes... I understand. Hmm..." Eir answered as her eyes closed shut, “Haaah... Terra... you... you are Lumina. I can't believe that--" Pat, “Huh?"

Eyes opening, Eir again came face to face with Lumina as she placed her hand on her cheek.

“Kufufufufufu! Do not worry about it, Eir," said the goddess in a soothing manner as she began leaning in, “The storm is still raging outside. Until we can safely leave, please, trust your body in me... and give me all of your sins. Mmmfff~"

“Nmmmm~"

Their lips met in a kiss.

…

Tance. What did Eir say yesterday? That if they left in the morning, they would arrive in Tance by the morning of the next day? Well... it was evening of the next day. A little bit later than planned! But they could blame the storm for that.

Tance was a small and humble little town, one that rests on the edge of Reiss. Compared to the hustle and bustle of Genos City, Tance's diminutive size felt almost alien to someone like Eir. It had no walls surrounding its perimeter, a river ran through it, and it had a lumber mill to its right. She had been here before in the past, but always in passing. This was the first time in a long time she ever stopped to take in its sights.

She wondered if Terra was to blame for that.

“This is... this is Tance, is it not?"

Eir looked over. At her side was Mother Terra, having returned to being her diminutive self. The nun gently tugged on the strap of her satchel, while a calm wind began stirring through the air. It ruffled her dress and her hair, drawing a forlorn sounding sigh from her lips.

Glancing over, Terra's red eyes met Eir's green ones. The events of yesterday were still fresh in the inquisitor's eyes, and really, how could they not be? The things they did with one another, were too great to be forgotten. Undeniably, Terra – and Lumina – had left a mark, not only on Eir's life and soul, but on her body.

“Yes, this is Tance," said the inquisitor as she turned to face Terra directly, “I've given you safe passage to Reiss, just as you requested. I'm afraid, this is where our union comes to an end, Mother Terra."

A pout formed on Terra's lips, one that did not last long as she quickly replaced it with an impish smile. Nevertheless, Eir blushed in embarrassment... and even disappointment. The morning they woke up with one another, she found her head resting in Lumina's lap. It was greatest sleep she's had in a long time.

Now what? They were supposed to part from one another, ignoring all that had transpired? Perhaps that was easy for Terra; she's a missionary! Traveling from place to place and sharing the word of her religion, is what she's supposed to do. But could Eir so easily move on?

“Terra..." she said whilst stepping closer, “I want to thank you for all you've done. I feel... so much better now after sharing my sins and burdens with you. Like a weight I was unaware of, has been lifted from my shoulders. Hm. I almost..." she closed her eyes, “I almost find it impossible to move on after what we've done."

“Kufufufufu! I find that to be such a compliment!" said Terra with a giggle, “To think that, Inquisitor Eir, the valiant and courage... finds it impossible to move on from me. Considering all you've done, one would think you've experience far greater delights already!"

“I wouldn't say that..." Eir whispered with a shake of her head, “Terra I..." she closed her eyes, “I could never imagine sharing my body with someone else like I did with you."

“Hmm..."

Terra shifted, her hand raised up to stroke upon her lips. Taking a thoughtful pose, the priestess hummed to herself momentarily, before reaching away to open up her satchel. Opening it up, she reached inside to procure a book.

“Eir...?"

“Hm?"

Looking into the inquisitor's eyes, Terra gave her a wide and beaming smile as she placed the book into her hands, and closed her fingers over top it.

“If you ever find yourself infested by your sins, then don't think of others..." said Terra as she stood on the tips of her toes and leaned in close, “Think of me. Think of your goddess."

“My... goddess... nmmm..."

Their lips met in a kiss, one they held for several seconds before pulling away. Eir felt elated following the kiss; like she was resting on a cloud! But this feeling of joy was short-lived, as Terra started walking away towards the town of Tance.

Only to suddenly stop.

“Eir...?"

“Yes, Terra?"

Turning around, she faced the inquisitor with an impish smile on her face.

“My church is in High Bishop. If you ever desire absolution, then please, come to me. My doors shall always be open to you. Always."

Eir nodded. Terra smiled and giggled. And then the nun continued her walk towards Tance, her hips swaying left and right with her every step. And with her every step, Eir remained locked on her backside, watching her walk off... until her short form vanished among the buildings in Tance.

A part of Eir – and not a minuscule part either – wanted to follow her. It would be so easy to abandon her orthodoxy, and follow the traveling nun. At least then, she could experience everything the Order of Lumina had to teach her.

But she knew she couldn't. Even in her weakest of moments, Eir was no slave to her desires... even if she really, really wished she was at this moment! But, no. She needed to return to the Courthouse... even if she really didn't want to.

By the gods... by the goddess... she had never felt so conflicted in her life!

But again, Eir was stronger than her desires. Closing her eyes and tipping her head down, the inquisitor stood alone outside of Tance for several moments, before working up the courage to open her eyes. Turning away from the village, she gazed towards the forest they traveled through to get here. Beyond its rim was Titan's Pass, of which she'd need to travel through alone to return to Genos City.

But...

Looking down at her hand, Eir stared at the book Terra gave her. It had a smooth black surface, and the symbol of her religion was printed on the center of it. What was this symbol called again? Oh, right...

“The Crescent Star..." Eir said aloud.

This book was the religious text the Order of Lumina.

…

“So Eir... was it a cult...?"

The inquisitor jolted. Before her was Father Gauss, as she stood in his office. Her hands were behind her back in a professional stance, and she wore this serious and stern and expression; as expected of someone like her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for Eir on the outside.

On the inside, however...

“No, sir. The Order of Lumina is not a cult," said Eir as she looked Father Gauss square in the eye, “Mother Terra's religion was born from a small fishing by the name of Polos. According to her, it has existed for a three centuries."

“Hm... three centuries... small fishing village," repeated Father Gauss in a curious manner, “And yet it has a missionary? How have never heard of this order before," he looked at Eir with a raised eyebrow, “Did she tell you anything else? Did she give you anything?"

“I..."

Eir's mind thought back to the tome Terra gave her. Father Gauss' key issue was that their library lacked any information on this Order of Lumina whatsoever. And now – of everyone in the Courthouse – Eir was the only person with information pertaining to Terra and her religious vessel.

So easy it would be to give Father Gauss the book and medallion. So easy...

But she didn't.

“I'm afraid not," Eir lied with a shake of her head, “Mother Terra's missionary duties were a success. She had nothing pertaining to her religion on her. She did share with me important information however. Her church is in High Bishop."

“I see..."

Did Father Gauss believe Eir?

Of course Father Guass believed Eir; why would he not? Never once – never once – had the inquisitor lied. Not even for something mundane or simple. The inquisitor was brutally honest, and as straightforward as a blunt object to the head. So when she said Terra gave her nothing, he believed it without hesitation.

“Thank you for your service, Eir," said Father Gauss with an affirmative nod, “Even now, you prove yourself the most trustworthy member of our Orthodoxy. I am proud to have you."

“Thank you, Father Gauss," replied Eir with a bow.

“Hm...?"

Curious. Eir's response was different from usual. It was slight, and if you didn't know the inquisitor, you wouldn't assume anything was out of the ordinary. But considering the fact that they've done this little dance dozens, if not hundreds of times, any slight deviation from her response was noticeable.

And yet...

It was so negligible, that Father Gauss merely shrugged and dismissed it.

“Please, Eir, return to your quarters," he said as he looked away from her, “Take as much rest as you need following your missions. You deserve it."

With another bow, Eir turned and exited his office, closing the door behind her. There she stood, taking in a deep, deep breath as she clutched her hand next to her chest. She couldn't believe she did that; couldn't believe she lied to Father Gauss straight to his face... and he accepted it.

But she couldn't give him that book. That book belonged to her. That book was her connection to her goddess. And she'd never sever that connection.

Never.

“Eeiiirrrr!"

Before the inquisitor could think any further on her deception, a familiar voice came ringing into her ears. The same cadence, the same volume, the same person. And, of course, it garnered the same response from her.

“Tch... Holden..."

Eir turned, facing down the hall as – right on cue – came running that young man. She eyed him, while he came to a halt before her, looking up with that charming smile on his lips. Again, it did little to affect her.

“Again, Holden," bemoaned the inquisitor as she began walking down the hall with him at her side, “Are you trying to wear my patience thin? Call me 'Inquisitor Eir'."

“Heh heh... I figured you'd say that," he said before bumping his arm into hers, “Hey... you've been gone for a couple of days now on that mission so... did you think about my request?"

Eir didn't answer right away. Instead she looked over, blocking view of her face as she appeared momentarily unsure. After meeting Terra, it seemed as if her future – her life – was directionless. Could she even continue being an inquisitor for the Orthodoxy after what she's done? And what of Holden? He clearly looked up to her, and wanted her to help him become an inquisitor.

Hm... actually... this produced for her an answer to her dilemma. If Holden wanted to be an inquisitor, and she desired freedom from her position, then maybe... just maybe...

A smile appeared on Eir's lips and she looked over. Holden gazed back, eyebrow raised in a curious look. Seeing her smile in such a warm manner was uncharacteristic of Eir. It was almost frightening! But before he could comment, she reached up and placed her hand on his shoulder, giving it a tender squeeze.

“I'll see what I can do."