Not like you thought

"Do you really feel safer now, my lovely?" You lick your lips in anticipation as you run a fingertip through the valley of her upturned tits along her flat abdomen towards the tuft of yellow hair below. You have the satisfaction of seeing this serene priestess shudder in spite of her efforts to remain aloof; this priestess is, perhaps for the very first time, being **** to come to grips with the undeniable fact that she is a woman - a stunningly beautiful one at that.

"Yes Captain." Her blue eyes meet yours steadily even as you cup her sex in your hand and curl your fingers upward into the folds of her vagina. "Whatever happens to us here in the Temple, could never be anywhere close to the horrors that this broken city would face if the Demons from the catacombs had their way. The cackle of glee from the wizened crone at your feet momentarily spares the golden priestess the indignity of your probing fingers.

"It's too late anyways, Spawn of Helios." The High Priestess' face may be wrinkled and covered with age spots, but her eyes gleam with a frightening energy that makes her impossible to ignore. "You and your United Armies think you'll take this city, but come midnight tonight you'll see who really are the Masters of this land."

"What have you done, Althea?" The cool blue eyes of the stretched priestess search the wrinkled face of the woman chortling at your feet. "Please, Sister, the curse of the demons has been lifted. Come back to us, and our Holy Goddess!"

"Fuck-you!" The priestess snarls almost like a feral dog, "and Fuck Athena too!" There is a collective gasp from the men and woman assembled in the sanctuary, your men are stunned by the High Priestess' disdain, but to the clerics and acolytes of the fallen Temple her words are blasphemy. "I'm not your Sister, Edlynn. You've always envied, doubted, and even hated me. I've seen your apprehensive glances, I've heard the murmurs of discontent. Well now it doesn't matter any longer, Athena the Wise has been played like a naïve acolyte - nothing can stop them. It's too late!"

The High Priestess slaps you on your leg and points at the hanging woman with a crooked grin on her face. "Go ahead boy, take for yourself what you denied the demon idol. I've been wanting to hear Edlynn squeal as a cock plows her holy passage for almost twenty years now." The lithe bodied priestess looks at you in horror.

"Please," she begs and you wonder at her sudden loss of composure, "**** me if it pleases you, deflower each and every one of us if you must, but I beg you: let me check the wards before it is too late!"