Take a look at your character sheet and around the Temple

Having calmed yourself down from your nihilistic thoughts, you wave your hand to see your character sheet pop back up.

Maeva Vaelius
Level 6 Ayleid Acolyte
[Elf, Priest, Noble, Explicit]
Experience to level up - 540
Attributes
Strength 13(+1), Dexterity 27(+2), Endurance 12(+1), Perception 30(+1), Wisdom 37(+2)+2, Intelligence 34(+2)+2, Charisma 33(+2)+2, Appearance 32(+2)
Skills
Athleticism 11(+1) , Dodge 10, Lore 17, Occult 31(+3), Presence 22, Religion 31(+1)
Crafting Skills
Enchanting 11, Ethereal 16, Scribing 17
Feats
Faerie Fire, Acolyte, Star's Blessing, Iconography
Known Spells
Confession, Starbolt

Not bad, would have been better if you got something other than stat boots, but beggars can't be choosers! Rubbing the phantom soreness out of your shoulder, you walk around the now quiet temple after tucking the Welkynd Stone into your inventory, only the repetitive crunching of the glass you step on breaks the silence. Saying a quick prayer under your breath as you walk towards another one of the apse chapels, somehow remembering there was a broom tucked away behind the door trim. "Stars be praised!" It was there, you steel yourself at the prospect of sweeping for Stars know how many hours, but you are alive and able so it must be you to clean this holy place.

The stars twinkle out one by one was the sun slowly rises, feeling your Star's Blessing slip away as you pass what you guess is the six-hour mark. The only thing that is left are the aisles on either side of the nave. Your adrenaline had long since worn off as you feel the lull of sleep tugging at your eyes, but you are determined to finish before resting. Noting there were now six massive piles of broken glass on either side of the temple. You could not do much about the rocks or stone slabs that littered the floor from the partial cave in, so you left those there. During your cleaning, you were dismayed to see that the doorway leading underground in either apse had fully caved in, noting it would require a lot of work in order to gain access the Dormitory or Scriptorium.

A jolt of panic and realization ran up your spine, scrambling from your sitting position until you managed to scrape your knees and hands. Clutching the edge of the altar, you peered over it to the massive stone blocks haphazardly leaning on each other. "THE STAR WELL!" You collapsed onto the altar, eyes watering as your connection to your benefactors was well and truly cut off. Tears run down your cheeks as you finally let it all out, the curses, the anger, the rage. The gods did this to you! To all your people! "My mother, father, even little sister... All gone and I wasn't there during our final moments..." You come to terms that you might be the only Ayleid in the entire world now, the last of her kind. Sure, there were other elves, even your closer kin like the Wood Elves but they were far too rural for you. Your people's empire was deep in the Heartlands, spread across the continent like you truly deserved. There might have been a few **** rebellions here and there, a civil war or two, but in the end your people were eternal. Not even at the far flung reaches where your temple was, were you spared. The gods systematically exterminated all of you, flinging you into Aetherium without a second thought.

Walking over to the large limestone blocks, you angrily hit one with your fist.

Skill level, -55%. No Tools, -50%. Strength Penalty, -20%. Harvest speed: 0.25% Total Progress: 0.25/250

Well FUCK that! You grab a nearby brick, hoisting it up and hitting the block again.

Skill level, -55%. Primitive Tools, -10%. Strength Penalty, -20%. Harvest speed: 0.35% Total Progress: 0.6/250

Alright, that can wait! The brick feels like, well, a brick in your tired state. Dropping it to the floor, you do not even care that it sounds like a fireball going off in the tranquil quiet of this holy place. Taking off your robe, you air out your smock, having gotten a little sweaty from the battle earlier. Thankfully, the air was still cool so you let out a relieved sigh, you even considered taking all of it off but decided against it as the thought of an unarmed nearly naked woman would give many people the wrong idea. You know how those adventurers get, you remember the horror stories whispered in the Refectory. Deciding it was best to be out of sight in case anyone stopped by, you **** that brick back over to be used as the foundation of your pillow. Grimacing as you shook out the altar clothe and folded it as nicely as you could and laid it a top the brick.

Laying down on your robe, you counted what little blessings you did have in prayer. Thanking the Stars for giving you this chance at vengeance, then mulling over whether they would want you to as the gods deleted your people's whole empire in a matter of hours. You were about to drift off to sleep when your thighs rubbed together, gasping at the feel. Cheeks flushed with warmth within seconds as heat blossomed in your core. Your Abbot would have beaten you black and purple if he saw you now, hand sliding up your smock to bare your tight pussy towards one of the defaced statues. Biting your lip as your fingers teased your lips, feeling the wetness build as your other cupped your breast.

They were not large, in fact they were smaller than average for your kin, but what did it matter? Even if your religion allowed you to marry, there were no more males period. The thought almost put you off until electricity tingled your spine and made your heart beat faster when your thumb caressed over your clitoris. Moaning like a whore as you rubbed it softly in circles while your fore and middle finger explored your heated passage, "O-Oh Stars above! I-If you're truly listening! S-Send me a man!" Your fingertips grazed at your barrier, toes curling as after how many centuries you finally got off again. "A r-real man! An Alpha male w-with a huge f-fat c-c-coooock!" Riding out your orgasm, you barely registered how tightly your vagina milked your fingers, rhythmically trying to drain every last drop of cum from the virile male that was surely rutting you. Going limp, your thoughts turning to your mystery lover who was surely out there, drifting off to sleep and you could swear you heard a howl...