Corrupting the Temple Begins

When Priscilla woke up, she was in a room at the inn; the last thing remembered was Lady Dalmira suddenly acting strange…and then transforming into a demon as Priscilla herself felt herself becoming stone. When had a gorgon found a way to masquerade as someone she knew? Priscilla could also feel some sort of warmth working its way through her body, probably her figure getting its sensation back after being brought out of a stony state.

The door opened to reveal Delvin; as a demon-kin, he had a somewhat demonic appearance but was usually s a good kid at heart, with a tray of food and drink. “So,” said Delvin, “what can you tell me of the experience?”

“Not pleasant,” said Priscilla, “what happened to me?”

“A new security feature for the inn,” said Delvin, “I was told it was still in the works, and on the back burner, but it looks like someone wanted to surprise me. Almost everything you recall from the back half of your meeting with Dalmira was likely a fabrication created by that security measure. What’s the last thing you recall before waking up?”

“An inability to move, Dalmira seeming to turn into a monster, and my body beginning to turn to stone. Whoever cooked up that feature for your security measure, they probably should tone it down, and seek help for their personal issues.”

Delvin held out a bunch of amulets that looked like the holy symbols of her church, “With the rumors flying around, the guild thought it would be a good idea to have some charms to augment the holy power of our local paladins and clerics.”

“Um, thanks,” said Priscilla as she watched him place the items with her gear by the door.

“I’ll leave you to your work,” said Delvin, as she placed the tray on the table near her, then turned and left.

After Delvin left, Priscilla shook the rest of the fuzz out of her head and threw off her sheets; she was in the basic attire she almost always had under her armor, and she was thankful Delvin hadn’t removed her attire before seeing her to a room, but someone at the temple, likely the high priestess herself, would probably berate her for falling into a trap so readily and foolishly. “Keep it together, Priscilla,” she said to herself, “you still have a job to do.”

The next few hours were filled with the typical inspection protocol stuff, for both the inn and guild, before Priscilla returned back to the temple. When questioned why she had taken longer than usual, it seemed to have run three or four hours over the estimated time period typically allotted for this practice; Priscilla had to admit she had fallen prey to a security feature and lost a considerable amount of time while coming out of it. She also asked the other paladin, who gave her a bit of a tongue-lashing, to report her return to the clerics. This other Paladin, Spelari, was a half-elf, and she had beautiful silvery blond hair; that all said, Spelari was far from the sharpest sword in the armory; she was such a dumb muscle archetype most of the time, but at least she had a nice figure, her assets were just a little above average for most humans.

Spelari huffed indignantly before doing as requested. She had probably wanted to be the one to do the inspections, but she had blundered her checks the first and only time she had done those checks, and she had a senior paladin with her at the time; due to how badly she had performed her investigation the first time around, it was advised Spelari not take part in any investigation after that, ever. As she waited for the summons that would come after the report of her return, Priscilla could feel warmth working its way through her, far more than expected; it seemed to settle mostly in places that she did not want to mention to anyone, ever. Priscilla decided to take her mind off of what strange things were going on with her body and focus on something else; she brought one of the holy symbols to eye level; the craftsmanship was impressive.

Eccorioos’s symbol is a basket with a whirlwind inside the basket picking up a bunch of books; she reigns over Crafting, Storms, and Knowledge; those are some odd domains for a deity to have in one place, they didn’t even seem to synergize most of the time, but that’s the way of things. In particular, this temple focused primarily on the Knowledge aspect of Eccrioos, some of the priestesses channeled the elements of their god, but knowledge reigned supreme in this temple.

The high priestess of this temple, Tomira, was one who channeled Eccorioos’s knowledge domain, and it was her influence on the temple that caused the young priestesses to primarily focus on that aspect as well. Truth be told, Priscilla had never actually met the high priestess personally before, but she had been instructed by her superior to make use of the protocol she was now because of the items that were presented to her.

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After what felt like hours, but was probably about half an hour, Priscilla finally got her private audience with Tomira. Protocol when meeting a cleric higher ranking than yourself in your home temple was to leave all weapons with another paladin, and it was at this moment Priscilla was thankful for that protocol. Tomira was an enlightened minotaur; chances were Priscilla would have assaulted Tomira if she did have her weapon. Tomira looked menacing, but also matronly and regal in her vestments; it seemed they were getting close to straining at her bosom and butt. Priscilla mentally blinked for a moment; she never had these kinds of thoughts before; she tried to shake such thoughts from her mind as she began her first actual meeting with the high priestess.

“So,” said Tomira as she stood off to the right of her reading table, the whole room looked more like a library than most of the temple, “everything is in order?”

“Well past the standards that are typically expected,” said Priscilla, “which is strangely the norm for this area; the inn is kept immaculate, has a few special rooms dedicated for guests of greater importance, and the innkeeper even has access to a spell to provide a more private set of accommodations; I’m also pretty sure some of the guild members also have a few tricks to further extend that. As for the guild itself, as per usual, their coordinator has everything well and truly beyond what is expected of any guild regarding the matters the central church has required.”

“Yes,” said Tomira, “Delvin and Marin do good work; I have yet to meet them personally, but what I’ve read of their work records is impressive. Now then, you reported having some extra things to discuss.”

“Yes,” said Priscilla, thankful for the distraction from what was happening to her, “The inn has a new security feature that will trap the target in an illusion that actually has them unconscious for an extended period of time, someone set it up to trigger a bit too early, and I got caught the spell somehow.”

“Concerning,” said Tomira, “I’ll see about getting things cleared up on that front. Now, the other thing you wanted to bring to my attention is?”

Priscilla held up the charms she brought back with her, “Shirona and some of her guildmates made these charms they claim will enhance and fortify holy magics; per protocol, I am letting you know so you can see about investigating the items. I know the adventurers around here are typically trustworthy, but sometimes that sort can be a bit childish.”

“I’m proud of you for thinking things this through,” said Tomira, “I’ll see about taking care of the things we discussed,” she took two of the charms from Priscilla, “Go and place the rest in restricted holding until further notice.”

“Of course,” said Priscialla with a courteous bow.

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An hour after her meeting with Priscilla, Tomira set things up an Identification ritual in her office; after running the ritual over both the charms about a dozen times, each stage going more intimate into the investigations, and each stage showed nothing problematic, but Tomira still felt like something was a bit off on the charms until her final investigation, she figured a bit more paranoid because of the impending visit of someone loosely associated with the Saintess.

Tomira knew there were spells for obscuring from investigative spells like what she used, but her process usually was pretty good at getting around all that and to the truth of the matter. Now that she was reasonably sure nothing problematic was attached to the charms, she decided to put one on for a short time to see if there really were any hidden effects. Before doing that, she brought one of the charms up close to her face; on account of how close the charm was to her nose, she didn’t notice a tendril of corruption wafting into her nasal cavity. She set one of the charms down on her desk and put the other on around her neck, and that’s when the effects started.

Tomira could feel pleasure more intense than she thought possible shooting through her body, and was thankful for the opaque walls and locked door as she stripped off all her attire but left the charm upon her neck; she couldn’t bring herself to take it off, and the way it nestled into her K-Cup bosom felt erotically enjoyable. There was no way she was rubbing off in her own office; she still had that much self-control. Then, a few minutes later, she felt like everything below her sternum was being consumed in a blaze, and that’s when she felt herself instinctively take the remaining charm and carry it over to the warding chamber; she placed it next to the reliquary that acted as the focus for the temple’s wards then closed the chamber door behind her as she made her way to somewhere outside the temple.

The minotaur priestess couldn’t understand what was happening to her and could feel her power to fight it growing ever weaker. Tomira, all the priestesses, and all the paladins suddenly felt a wave that had them all on their knees, doubling over in pleasure, only a few minutes after Tomira had put the charm in the warding chamber. All too late, she realized the temple had been played by some malicious force, but she couldn’t understand when or how that happened.

All of that lost all meaning as the corruptive craving exploded through every part of her, and she felt an intense need for sexual gratification from one source, likely the same source that had deceived the temple, but she didn’t care about that at that moment, all she cared about at that moment was going out to get fucked by a meaty dick.

It normally took twenty or so odd minutes to get to the inn by foot; Tomira had made it to the doors in what seemed like half that time; on her way out of the temple, still completely naked, she noticed all of the priestesses and paladins in a similar state to herself but didn’t really care at that moment. Tomira burst into the inn, finding the commons had been arranged peculiarly but not really caring at that moment, with a very naked Delvin and Marin waiting for her, both sitting in chairs devoid of any table, and facing the door.

“Looks like you won the bet,” said Delvin playfully to Marin, “and you know I’ll honor our deal.”

Marin licked her lips suggestively as she said, “It’s always a pleasure to win a bet or two.”

Tomira came up to Delvin with intense need in her eyes and voice and said, “I need you to plow me now; more than anything else in the world, I need your dick inside me.”