He visits Greyrock's temple.

Selan decided to pay a visit to Greyrock's temple, the priests and priestesses there were kind to the people of the town and helped the sick and injured of the town were they could. So if he was lucky, they could provide him with some Bitter Root so he did not have to deal with Old Sam at all.

As Selan approached the temple, he took in its size. It was larger than the other buildings in Greyrock, with a tall spire at the west end of the building, and a large copper dome on top of the temple, which gleamed in the sunlight.

After he was done gawking at the building, Selan walked through the open doors.

His footsteps resounded through the temple as he looked for a priest or priestess, but he could not find anyone.

?Hello? Anyone here?? Selan yelled, but only got silence as an answer.

With a sigh Selan decided to look around, he saw several altars with statues depicting the gods.

That of Hoten, father of the gods and the sun, and that of the goddess of war and courage Ciry.

But he stopped in front of the altar of Zehani, Zehani had to be his favorite amongst the gods, not because she was the goddess of love and sexuality, though that certainly was a part of it, but because every sculptor and artist that made a painting or statue of her, depicted her as an incredibly beautiful and busty woman.

The same counted for this statue.

Selan whistled as he took in the female form, carved from pink marble.

Zehani was depicted as a tall woman, with a regal nose and impossible full lips that formed a perfect 'O'. The statues long hair flowed down to her waspish waist, with a few strands of hair covering the nipples of the statues huge, gravity defying tits. The sculptor had made it so that one of the statues hands teasingly covered its sex, while its other hand was resting on the statues wide hips.

Selan stared at the statue a little longer, before his vision blurred and all he saw where flashes of pink and purple. The half-elf gripped his head in pain as various images filled his head, the only image clear enough was that of a large temple, with a large purple dome and rather phallic shaped spires. The image lingered longer than the others, like it was a command, and then... darkness.

Francesca was walking back to the temple in a hurry, both she and the two other priests serving Greyrock's temple had to come to the mayor's mansion in the middle of the day because his son had been injured while they were hunting. A wild boar had torn open Phillip's leg, she had cleaned the wound while the priest gave Philip some milk of the poppy to ease the pain. Francesca had then sewn his wound shut with a needle and some catgut, and had finally bandaged the wounds.

And while the mayor had been yelling at the two older priests, asking them why they hadn't used their powers to heal his son's wounds, she had slipped out to get some clean robes. Francesca was now inside the temple, and was about to go to her quarters to clean up when she saw someone lying on the floor, in front of the statue of Zehani.

She scrutinized the depiction of Zehani, she didn't know why the world needed a goddess of sex and she felt that a statue like this would be more at place in a brothel, not a place of worship. But then her attention quickly turned to the man on the floor.

Francesca took in the man's appearance he looked to be about her age, maybe a year or two younger and was perhaps an inch or two taller then her. His skin was tanned, and he looked to be lean and fit.

As she examined his head for any wounds, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. He had a strong sculpted jaw, an aquiline nose, prominent cheekbones and to her surprise, leaf shaped ears. When she got to his eyes, she saw to her surprise that they were opened and the deep violet pools twinkled in amusement. Francesca shrieked in surprise, and released his head. Causing him to scream in pain, as his head hit the floor.

?Auw!? Selan groaned as he looked at the beauty that had been caressing his head moments before.

She wore the same thick woolen robes the two other priests wore, but he hadn't seen this woman before, perhaps she was a new priestess? In any case, the robes couldn't quite hide her 'assets'. Her breasts seemed to be large, larger than his own head, possibly larger then the tits on the statue depicting Zehani. Yet they stood high and proud on her chest, and showed no hint of sag. When the woman cleared her throat, Selan quickly reminded himself that this woman was a servant to the gods, and turned his attention to her face.

Despite the fact that the cowl of the robe was up, Selan could easily see that the face of the woman was breathtakingly beautiful, if the tales of gods having children with mortals were true, then this stunning woman could easily pass for a daughter of Zehani. Her eyes were narrow and almond shaped, with long thick eyelashes, severely arched eyebrows accentuated the deep sapphire pools. Her mouth still hung open in surprise, which drew Selan's attention to her lips. They were plump, bee stung lips any man wanted to receive a kiss from.

Before Selan could observe the woman further, the air around them seemed to grow comfortably warm and laden with some sort of energy. This time, when Selan looked at the woman he felt his mouth grow dry, and his dick jerked to life so fast that his pants actually tore open.

Knowing full well that he just exposed himself to a priestess, Selan was afraid of her reaction.

The priestess looked away, but she didn't scream or run, he even noticed her licking her lips as she stole glances at his member, he also noticed how her hard nipples were visible even through her thick woolen robe.

And was it his imagination, or was the statue of Zehani smiling?