A Sacrifice of Innocence

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Nameria couldn't stop herself, she had to kiss him, she had missed him, she had been to far away from him, for too much time, too unable to touch or feel. "I love your smell... my lord..." Oh, how much have I miss it...

She touched her new body, it would take time but she would mold it to her liking, but it was enough. It was a real body, it made her able to feel again, to feel him. "This dress... you truly loved the woman who wore it, don't you?" She asked.

A sad look crossed the dragon's eyes. "She was most dear to me." He had said it! He had said it! Nameria could not contain her happiness. She had fulminated that evil intruder and now she was triumphant, with him again. They could be together, maybe forever.

Nameria smiled with delight, and kiss him again.

The long forgotten past.

Lunnara observed. There was not much else to do, but this would not deter her, she may not be able to do nothing now, but she may be in time, she may be able to recollect information, to harness some power back, even if it was only in the form of knowledge. She would not end her days trapped in a memory.

When the three priestess left, Nameria stood again alone in the middle of that room, protected only by the darkness. A single quiet sob came to her, but then the soon to be queen made it the last with her determination. She just stood there, accepting whatever fate had in line for her. Lunnara waited and observed.

Three minutes later, a procession of temple novices came to the room, carrying torches, ointments and incenses. They surrounded the young Nameria and cleaned her already clean body meticulously, with sponges and floral water, rubbing each pore of her red skin. Two girls focused exclusively on each of her legs, paying special care to the space between her toes, two other girls gave equal care to her arms, extended to the sides like a cross. One girl was kneeling just before her, tasked with the cleaning of her womanly folds, with tender fingers and sweet lips, another one sat behind her, giving equal treatment to her ass, licking it clean of any residue. In time, the two girls working on her legs, ascended to take care of her breasts, each girl focused exclusively in one of her bontiful orbs. The girls on her arms moved her attention to her hair, cleaning and brushing it.

How the five woman managed to coordinate themselves was a mystery both to Nameria and the quiet Lunnara. The rest of the novices waited around them in silence. Once the main body was cleaned, the five receded and two other girls got to work on Nameria's face and horns. Then, once they had finished with all the cleaning, they worked on her makeup and her adorning. Lines of burning black ink were drawn on her skin, writing in her the whole extension of her duties and mission, chains of gold hanged from her horns, two of them were connected to the rings of her hanging nipples, another two were chained to a golden buttplug, that was ceremoniously allocated on her asshole. A crown of flowers adorned her hair.

Lunnara could not help to remember when she herself had been prepared in a similar fashion, to be used by Eilatra, or to someone else, she had never been as accepting of this type of treatment as Nameria was now.

When the soon to be queen exited the room, she was carried in a golden palanquin, naked except for the jewels and the ink over her. A silent congregation awaited her outside. Even the cynic Lunnara could not help to feel agasp before her eyes: A whole and living Nuk'karu city on its prime, a sea of golden roofs and piramids, standing before her eyes. She could barely recognise even the terrain around her. The silouette of the mountains was barely similar, but nothing else. This was not the cold lands were humans would live in the present. It was a hot land, full of lust jungles, watched by a cruel sun.

They were carried trough the city amidst a silent prayer, the whole city congregated to watch the offering, with worried and hopeful eyes. At one point, the eyes of Nameria wandered on a woman, that looked at her covered in tears from the top of one of the houses, but she quickly looked in another direction, almost in shame. A mother mayhaps? Lunnara had a passing curiosity on observing the Nuk'karu, with their ugly dresses and their red skin, but she also saw other beings living in that city, meek creatures with pointy ears and olive skin: slaves, as similar to an elf as a monkey is to a human. Those were the predecesors of her people, and the sorceress had no pity or care for them.

Soon, they were carried to a place she recognised: the temple of the Dragon, still at the peak of the same mountain, its magnificent door still intact. Two statues adorned the sides, representing the two great dragons, always fighting, always opposed. The palanquin stopped just before the entrance, and Nameria got down, touching the temple floor with her bare feet. There, she continued the rest of the journey alone.