Thank you

"Thank you" Mira didn't know what else to say. She could get her sword and trespass the dog that treated her like a whore, but she just couldn't bring herself to it. If anything, she was just sad that something so special to her meant so little to him.

Seeing her come to terms with her condition, the warrior tells her: "A'hikoji would be proud of you, Mira" the name was familiar, but Mira couldn't immediately recall it. It dawned on her as Raphael left the room, it was the name of a forgotten Goddess, A’hiriya own sister. Mira couldn't remember the specifics, but legend told she had been separated from her divine family and **** to roam Earth alone. She was a good, charitable being, who often helped the forlorn and outcasts.

'Who was that man...' Mira though, as her fingers played with her fucked pussy. It was still oozing his seed. She felt sore, but also she felt damn good. Enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm, it didn't occur to her to close her door until a lantern bearing man appeared at her door. His light illuminated her room, showing Mira's debauched state. She didn't recognize him either, but he also had the hugged look of a warrior, with a bald head and age marks that betrayed a life of constant bloodshed.

"Who are you?" Mira asked

"Brock." He hang the lantern and closed the door, locking it after him. Mira saw that her sword was still next to her bed, but didn't reach for it. Yet. "There appears to be a mistake. People downstairs seem to think I am a whore."

The man chuckled "Cant see what would give them the thought." He took out his shirt, and Mira held her breath seeing the collection of scars over his oiled muscles. "I am not a whore" She said more fiercely, feeling yet again a liar. She reached for her sword, and suddenly had the bald man on top of her. She tried to elbow and claw him away from her blade, but he seemed to be well versed in this kind of close quarters fight, and she never managed to land a good blow.

"Fuck, he didnt tell me you were such a hellcat" she was pinned under his weight, her arms around her back. "do you give up?" he asked, and even stuck between his herculean muscles, Mira defied "Never!"

"Fine!" he let her go. Confused, Mira reached for her sword, and raised it. she expected some trickery, not for this second man to turn his back on her, and head for the door.

Mira heard the faint echo of moans.

"Wait" he paused

"What is going on? Everything is so weird"

"Nothing weird going on lass. It is the oldest profession in the World" He snipped, but Mira appeared lost to the meaning. He sighed "This place was built over a temple to some harlot goddess."

"A'hikoji" Mira repeated the name

"That is her." Mira lowered her blade, and for a few moments was absorbed in her own thoughts. "Will I be allowed to leave in the morning? Or will this place try to **** me to stay?"

The man shrugs "Never heard of anyone that had any trouble leaving. Mirella brings us ratios every now and then"

Mira lowered her sword "I am a paladin, I cant disrupt a ceremony of a benevolent goddess". The man opened a wide grim. Mira looked at his face, usually she would consider him too old, too ugly to even consider him a suitable mate... now she found him experienced and mature, the perfect suitor to continue to her ... initiation. He came closer to her.

'No, tonight I am a whore' he pushed her to bed, grabbing her flaying legs. She felt his cock penetrating her, and was surprised to not having the hurt of the first time.. he fucked her hard and fast to compensate for the lost time, and Mira understood just why Mirella was making so much noise. She screamed like any other woman, and when he suggested, ordered, her to beg for more, she did. She begged him to fuck her harder than ever.

The night didnt end there.

A gaunt young man who impressed her with his sweetness, a forlorn blonde missing his beloved at home, and even Aramis, sorrowful Aramis who begged her forgiveness, who swore he didnt know, that he tried to do everything to keep her safe. She loved each of them, and others, over the course of three days. She approached the other women with an open heart, and found a much needed friendship with them.