Noémie, The Possessed Elven Mage

DING! DONG! DING! DONG!

The fair lady wiped her forehead as she let go of the filthy rope, allowing the church bells to continue on their own. A brief sigh slipped past her full lips before clapping her hands together and praying to the heavens. Centuries ago, the ringing church bells would indicate a time for praying, a time to be thankful for what we have and to forever cherish the gifts the higher ones so generously granted us. Back when angels walked the earth alongside men and women alike, in times of peace and true happiness.

Now when the church bells are rung, fear and strain spread across the people of the village throughout. What once was a symbol of holy spirituality and unity had now been corrupted into a much darker symbol, one of horror and despair. It was nearly poetic to think how things were then and how far they have fall today, to see what was meant to relive hope now altered into begging for the faintest sign of hope. She loathed how helpless the church had become, as a little girl she always questioned why they couldn’t cleanse the world of beasts and demons if they, God’s followers, were the brightest and most spiritually gifted. Surely her practice of gods gift, of magic and conjuring, was proof that under the right hands they themselves could rid them of these demons with little to no need for Fiend Hunters.

Oh, what a perfect world they would be in if only that were true.

She let out a deep sigh as she coursed her hand through her hair, long and brown yet kept hidden under the hood of her robes. It may have seemed rather minor a detail but she grew to find herself deeply annoyed at the layers of clothing the nuns had to wear as members of the church, indeed as a youngling she once wore them with pride and dignity but in bitter days they grew to become a nuisance to her comfort. They would get wet and sticky, similar to wet paper on her skin and the feeling would deeply bother her. Of course, the women of the church had no right to dare question the ways of the Faithful, it was the church that made her who she is now and she owes her life and gratitude to that. How dare she to mock and belittle that which gave her comfort, food, and faith? She only had the church to thank for everything she grew to became, yet these thoughts swarm her head and belittle the flaws she sees within her faith.

Because faith itself was an illusion, a simple melody or lullaby that insects chant when they feel hopeless and lost in hopes that someone else were to rid them of these trials and hardships. How very hypocritical that she grew to learn how to utilize magic only to be restricted by her order? She was better than that, being denied what she rightfully earned, what she so deeply deserved.

She shook her head and held her hand upon her forehead, sweat began to rain upon her. Those thoughts need to flee, they were impure and diluted and of no help to her cause. Regardless of whether she agree to them or not, it was not just of her to trouble herself in awful things. With a snap of her fingers, she summoned a soft round sphere containing fire radiating from the palm of her hand, igniting the dark hallways she now crossed with a glow of warm light before making her way down the empty cobblestone stairs. Slowly she descended the steps making her way down to first floor, setting aflame the torches that decorated the walls of the altar before flickering the flame away from her hand. It was such a beauty to see, her ability to control that which god has bestowed her with, magic. All were blessed with this gift yet only few choose to conjure it. Not her, she recalled her very first encounter with magic when she was at her fifth year of life, her eyes and mouth wide open as the street performer summoned balls of Fire from his hands with a soft snap! before juggling three of them in the air with ease. The show made her laugh, but moreso it made her deeply intrigued since then to learn more, she wanted to know more about magic, it’s abilities and it’s summonings. She wanted to learn more about its prowess and hidden potential, to educate herself reading book after book of these gifts handed down and taught upon by the higher ones. She wanted to have the power to help others beyond that of a wasted prayer.

She slapped herself for describing that with such tainted words, how dare she mock the teachings of the faith? Perhaps deep inside she was undeserving of such a lifestyle, unworthy of being a woman of faith and unfit to assist and aid in the lives of others. The fire in the torches that hung grew higher, she began to draw breath and wipe more sweat off her head. She needed to set up the alter, the table needed prepping for the feast.

Slowly she began to pace herself in setting up the dishes and cups upon the table, ensuring the alter be set upon arrival of their visitors. Her hands trembled softly as they poured water onto the gauntlet, she could feel her body growing hotter and wetter. No, she mustn’t submit to this just yet-no! Not yet, not ever. She was stronger than this, than to succumb to this sin inside her. Her breath grew heavier as she continued pouring drinks before noticing a reflection upon one of the gauntlets, herself staring back at her.

She smiled at the view, she was proud of her looks and natural beauty, her blonde hair had grown past her neck with the front side being trimmed to hang at her chin’s end. Her soft green eyes were a rare sight to see, in fact she was the only follower of the faith in this village to carry such a genetic trait. Soft red freckles decorated her cheeks and nose, with full lips and a slender frame. She found enjoyment being able to appreciate her physique and looks, not that she was able to enjoy the celebrations of the night like the village people could but it was still nice to be confident in her looks.

Her shoulders lowered as she drew comfort from the image before it winked back at her.

This act she did not do.

She jumped back, gasping at what she witnessed as her hand brushed the chalice aside and knocked it off the altar table. Falling down upon her rear, she quickly regained her breathe aside from hearing the soft clink-clink! of the chalice making impact on the cold stone ground. Oh no! Reaching out to grab the chalice, she began to inspect it only for her fears to be true, the chalice had been bent.

Damn it! This she couldn’t allow, rushing to the kitchen room and rinsing the chalice under water. Perhaps if she were to clean it some more, perhaps set it in a certain position no one were to notice? She held the cup up and snapped her fingers, twisted it around the fires reflection to see any other damage it had. None aside from the bump it now carried on its side. She sighed, the higher priest will draw attention to that, she will be punished rightfully so. She placed the chalice back down onto the altar imagining what punishment she will endure for this. Maybe she’ll find herself down on her knees scrubbing the cobblestone stairs, a feat that would take hours to finish. Or perhaps bent over the gardens picking out the weeds that have returned yet again, being careful from the pricks of it. Maybe she would have to do confessions again and sit in that empty black room listening to the village people and their acts of sin, mostly perverse acts such as cheating, fornicating and sleeping around. Such acts disgusted her upon hearing such, yet the faith demanded she were to forgive them for confessing? Confessing wasn’t enough in her eyes. Just remembering those nights where they go to such detail to explain their sins, she recalled a peasant woman who explicitly described her act of sexual inter course with another woman, how she described her moans, the curves of her body, even the taste she held between her legs, it all made her so hot and thirsty for a drink of that natural nectar woman produced...

She gasped, finding her hands groping her chest and rubbing her legs. No! She was stronger than this, better than this! A person of faith can not be tainted with such impurity. She shook her head and ran off, perhaps a soft nap while they awaited for company were to arrive. She could withstand the night, yes, until the Hunter were to arrive at least. She laid on her bed, her sleeping quarters being a small space of her cottage bed and dresser, the smallest of necessities. She tossed and turned, disrobing herself as she grew hotter by the minute. Sweat poured down her body, forcing her to remove another article of clothing as she wiggled and groaned in discomfort. She could see her breath visible each time she exhaled, how could it be that the room be so cold when she felt so hot?

“Noémie?”

She gasped and covered her near naked being under the covers as a familiar face entered her room, a young nun who was the most recent to enter the faithful under Noémie’s teachings.

“Sister Noémie, was it you who rung the bell?”

Noémie looked upon the figure asking nicely, scanning her body up and down. So concealed it was beneath the robes, why hide such inner beauty? She recalled meeting her for the first time, a street beggar who had fallen to a point of giving sexual acts for money, a street whore. She had gotten plenty of coins before Noémie found her, she could only fantasize how good a body she must’ve had to please so many...

She nodded, biting her lips as the voice in her head continued to trouble her with such perverse thoughts. “Yes Sophia, it was me.” Sophia raised her eyebrow, “But why? We do not have any demons or monsters nearby, do we sister? Why make the call for a hunter, Noémie?” Noémie sighed, she was falling from whatever pedestal of light she once stood in. She needed help, her time was drawing closer and closer. With a heavy sigh, she moved the covers off the bed revealing her body glistening with sweat and concealed in only her bra and underwear. Sophia gasped as Noémie responded, “Yes... we do have a demon among us.”

Sophia placed a hand upon her mouth, witnessing the body of her teacher as it seemed slender and beautiful yet also riddled with red markings across her form, almost appearing as red paint drawn onto the skin. The red marks appeared to be glowing, and furthermore they were growing under her own eyes, reaching further beyond the young nun’s body as it wrapped around her soft legs and arms, drawing a curve around her breasts and frame before ending onto her face. Noémie groaned and hugged herself before moving onto her side in the fetal position, her curved ass fully noticed by Sophia, igniting an old near forgotten spark of her younger days. “N-Noémie, what’s going on?”

“I...f-forgive me Sophia, for I have sinned...” she bit her lip, ripping her bra off and throwing it away with her underwear following. They felt like hot burning steel onto her flesh, she felt **** to remove them were she to survive. This she could not endure any longer, having greatly underestimated the threat she at least felt comfort in having already rung the bells. She turned around, revealing her naked figure to Sophia, her breasts standing strong and firm, her pussy with a soft neat patch of hair on top doing nothing to hide it’s wet glistening yearning for attention. “S-Sophia... help me please...”

“S-Sister Noémie!”

The young nun stared in awe at the sight of her teacher, she looked so hot and not just of her figure but of the weather too, seemingly drowned in sweat and panting. Yet, she felt her own feet glued onto the floor they stood on, she could not move. Paralyzed in fear and arousal, Sophia could only watch as Noémie slowly stepped forward from her bed and approached her. Slowly... and slowly... ever so... slowly...

She gasped as Noémie wrapped her arms around her body, pulling her in for a kiss, something she was not unfamiliar with but recognized as taboo among the faithful. She knew she needed to resist, to fight back, yet found herself moaning into her teachers mouth and kissing back, feeling Noémie’s hands rip and tear the robes off her. The cold air fell upon her own naked body once she was stripped, Noémie now cupping her pupil’s face and kissing her deeply with the use of tongue. She tasted so good to her, so sweet like the best form of chocolate had mixed with her saliva. She needed more, she could feel herself drawing from Sophia by the second. Finally they parted mouths, a string of saliva still connecting them as Sophia stood panting and with a dreamy gaze, her eyes now turning black as the darkest night. She panted and whined for more before feeling a hand on her head push her mouth upon her teachers breasts, smiling and suckling them hungrily.

“Yes Sophia... just like that, yesss take me dear, drink from me please... I yearn for it, I need it drained from me so badlyyy..”

Noémie gasped, feeling her student push her down onto the bed as she climbed on top and continued suckling her nipples, pulling and grazing them with teeth much to her teachers pleasure. She felt Sophia’s hand rub her tummy so softly, so lovingly before lowering it down to her bush, combing her fingers through it softly. She sighed with deep satisfaction once her students fingers now crazed and drew circles at her opening, teasing her and making her hips raise involuntarily on their own as her body begged for release.

“Do it... please, take me now...”

“T-Teacher...” She looked down to find Sophia regained her consciousness and control, her eyes slowly regaining their brown color. “W-what’s happening to me?” Rather than a reply, she grabbed her face and pulled her in for another deep kiss, rubbing tongues with her student once again this time pushing her own sexual energy into her. She kept turning her head, kissing her deeply and passionately, never letting go for the longest time until he was sure she had been corrupted. He smiled upon letting go, seeing the nun’s eyes return to its black color. “Nothing, now be a good whore and fuck me!” He shouted, spreading Noémie’s legs wide.

Noémie blinked before witnessing Sophia crawl backwards, pushing her legs wider before falling forward and kissing her pussy with the deepest of embraces. She drew her head back, rising as she let go in what was her first ever climax to experience, feeling her body give in and feed Sophia the nectar she so desired and rightfully earned. Panting as she fell back onto the bed, she was not given a moment to recover as soon after she felt a warm tongue slide slowly up and down her lips, brushing and painting them with a thin coat of spit and arousal. She squealed, her hands instinctively groping and squeezing her breasts pinching her nipples as she again found herself in a deep desire to find release. She looked down to see Sophia’s eyes closed, moaning into her pussy and pushing her tongue into her opening. She turned her head side to side, groaning and gasping as Sophia continued eagerly pleasing her master for more. This is what the peasant had spoke of, Noémie thought, this is the pleasure I’ve been robbed of for so long.

“Oh god yes!” She shouted, squeezing her lover’s head with her thighs as again she felt her inner core explode, releasing juices into Sophia’s waiting mouth who lapped up every drop and more with ease. She gasped and panted, falling back again feeling drained and sated once more. She felt more kisses planted along her thighs and clit, the latter making her flinch and wince in pleasure before she felt herself turn around and laying on her tummy. The pleasure was so much, too much a new experience for her virgin body that it easily clouded her thoughts for help and assistance. It was all her fault, she was to blame for what’s happened and what’s to come, now she has corrupted Sophia with her. Unacceptable, the faith will have her removed for this, banished and exposed as the whore and witch she is.

“Wait.” She yelped, feeling hands grope her waist before raising her up on her knees, her butt wiggling in the air. She turned around, what more would she have to endure now? Her question was answered upon feeling her students warm breath fall upon her rear. “Wait Sophia please, don-ohhhhh lord!” She moaned in satisfaction, feeling her mouth and tongue lick her anus with large and long strokes. Her pussy quivered, dripping in excitement and anticipation as it begged for more attention when Sophia rightfully complied, rubbing her fingers left and right on Noémie’s lips. She continued kissing her sister’s ass, planting another kiss upon another as she worshiped her teachers greatest asset when it came to beauty. The soft warm strokes of the tongue pressing against her anus was in itself an inescapable hell of pleasure and perverse satisfaction when she suddenly felt Sophia’s fingers slip inside her with a soft wet sound. “Uhhnn! Oh lord.” She begged, silently praying to her god as she felt herself moving back and forth against her sister’s hand.

“F-fuck!” She cursed, knowing full well such language was forbidden in gods house. She didn’t care anymore... no that was a lie! She cared deeply, it’s him who’s tainting her mind with impurity... who’s possessing her sister to do these.. these amazing acts of sin and p-pleasure.. “It’s so dirty.” She groaned, wiggling her ass onto Sophia’s face as she continued licking and pleasing her. “So wrong, please...” Sophia pulled back and began marking long wet strokes with her tongue starting from Noémie’s clit to her ass, making her tremble in pleasure as her legs shook. “Gods! Why does it feel so good!” Because it was good, it was heaven. This was what had been rightfully denied to your kind, what you view as sin is nothing but inner satisfaction of the flesh. Doesn’t it feel good, her tongue coating your two entrances with such love and care? Let her take you, Noémie, let sister Sophia teach you the meaning of pleasure.

“No! No, it’s wrong uhhhnn please!” She gripped the bedsheets, raising her ass higher as Sophia began thrusting her fingers harder and harder, adding a third finger and then a fourth while also licking her. “It’s so much-I can’t take it! Make it-” Harder! She kept her eyes closed, groaning and thrusting back onto her student, the empty halls echoing with wet sounds and sharp groans and gasps. I can feel it inside you, your core is glowing, begging for release. Wouldn’t it be sin to deny your sister of that release? Give in to desire, let me show you what true heaven is. She shook her head rapidly, she needed to resist, even if it was feeble at this point. By the gods, she was so close! The fingers thrusting in and out, the tongue lapping at her rear, it was so hot and so much to take in!

Opening her eyes, she gasped upon seeing the reflection of herself above the drawers, a naked women being eaten out and covered in red demonic symbols and markings. Her face grinned evilly back at her, winking just as it had previously in the altar.

“Let go, mere mortal, and I shall take you to the heaven you so desired.”

She closed her eyes and shouted, letting go as she screamed and her body shook and trembled, collapsing onto the bed once Sophia let go of her hips. She panted and drew breath, turning her face to the side as she felt Sophia fall next to her, hugging her. Both figures were drained, wet with sweat and exhausted, in no state for the feast that was meant to arrive in a hour or so. She had lost, given in to sin and passing victory onto the darkness that had taken her earlier. She wept silently as she kissed her pupil’s forehead, so sorry she was to have brought Sophia into this after having turned her life around for the better. It was an honest mistake, how could she have been so naive to have mistranslated the summoning? She meant to bring something good, something beautiful to her village. But now...

She looked over her own body, the red markings remained burned into her like sacred tattoos. Demonic symbols, hell’s ancient writing marking her for what she now became. Despite her struggles, she alone could not deal with this. She could only weap silently and pray, pray for the hunter to arrive shortly, pray for Sophia to be forgiven, and pray for the village to be rid of this evil within her before it becomes too much.

“We are one now, Noémie. Two souls in one body.”

Her teachings had betrayed her, her faith corrupted.