The Army of Light

It's not a cathedral. Not even a church. It's just a tall tent, with the holy symbol of Ariel: a stylized picture of his own face, beaming down on the collected army.

Inside is the single most important location in the army: the portal platform. When adventurers raid Northhold, if they get in trouble, they're just a single scroll away from teleporting back to safety. A holy priestess is on duty at all times, ready to heal the injured, even from the brink of ****.

Just now, the army is in a heightened state; adventurers are raiding constantly, weakening the fortress in preparation for a planned full invasion. Three priestesses are on duty at once, and a group of adventurers are just nearby, comparing loot found and levels gained after their last sortie. So it is that, when the army's second-best scout adventurer appears on the portal platform, she finds quite a few eyes staring at her.

She's naked. Not just a little naked, but visibly aroused: cheeks flushed, nipples hard, lying on her back with her legs open invitingly. Her entire body is covered with a frothy white fluid that practically glows; it drips off her body and coats the platform beneath. A musky scent fills the air, and cheeks blush all through the tent as everyone hopes that nobody else is watching them too closely.

"Cathy! Oh no!" says Priestess Rachel Summersong. "Do you need healing? Let me help you clean that off..." She rubs at the accumulated semen with her bare hands, groping Cathy's chest in the process. "What happened to you?"

Cathy's chest heaves as she gasps for breath. Tomorrow, she'll look back on this moment and be mortified -- to appear like that, in front of so many people? Right now, she's too aroused to care.

"No, no... I'm okay," she manages. "It's fine. Ran into a... slime... tentacle... thing. Monster. Tentacle. Soooo many tentacles!" She giggles for a moment. "Sorry. I think I'm a little... cum-drunk?" She giggles again. She reaches a hand down and strokes her pussy, wondering if she can get one more orgasm in.

Rachel stares at her goo-covered hands. Her body is beginning to react to the aphrodisiac in the semen, and her nethers are becoming uncomfortably moist. "Does anyone else feel... it's awfully warm in here?" she asks.

Things escalate from there.

Cooler heads do eventually prevail. Debuff cures are handed out. The monster seed is carefully mopped off of the portal platform and hauled off for disposal. Cathy and Rachel are given a thorough scolding for lewd acts in public. Someone eventually gives Cathy a robe, so that she can make the walk of shame back to her tent just a little bit less awkwardly.

It happens eight more times over the course of that evening.