The Holy Order of St. Ozmodeus

In a land of magic, monsters and heroes, one of the biggest superpowers is the Holy Church. The Holy Church reached across continents, their faith granting them immense might and magic power, with many institutions, and denominations making up the whole, like a grand machine made of many moving parts.

One such sect was The Holy Order of St. Ozmodeus.

In the old texts, Ozmodeus was a pious man who believed in the Church's teachings and was gifted by God with divine beauty. He was so beautiful, a Pagan Queen took him as an unwilling concubine. Rather than take his own life or wait for God to save him like other Saint-stories, Ozmodeus did the opposite and took to her bed willingly. While the exact details vary between versions, the gist was that he pleasured her so well, she converted on the spot, earning the title of Saint in the Holy Church.

A sect of paladins, knights, clerics and so on formed from his example, The Holy Order of St. Ozmodeus.

"Lust be not the weapon of sin, but of righteousness," was the creed of the Order.

They practiced holy rituals and performed impressive feats of holy magic using the power sexuality granted them. It was considered radical and indecent by many, but the Church allowed them to operate as they did, mainly because they got results. They slay monsters, undo curses, magically ensure good harvests, even increase the chances of whatever Holy War the Church is up to.

For centuries, the Order operated as it did with impunity.

Then a new Hierophant was crowned and one of his actions was to retroactively declare Ozmodeus a "False Prophet". The Order was excommunicated, their Churches deconsecrated, their texts banned and burned, and their mythic arts deemed forbidden. Depending on the region, members of the Order were hunted down, tried and burned at the stake as Godless heretics.

They saw the Order's philosophy as dangerous, their belief in free-love and sexual expression to be dangerous to the impressionable young minds of the peasantry. This was always an underlying belief some people had across the continent (the Order was considered "radical" after all). The Hierophant just let them off the leash.

But those who devote themselves to the Order willingly do so for life, and a little something like politics didn't stop them from carrying out their righteous duty, no matter the danger.

The door to the Bacchylides Inn in Kos village swung open and everyone stopped their chattering when they saw who it was.

It was a woman. Broad-shouldered. Red-hair that was neither tied up or tied back. She had a vest of chainmail and two belts that held a sheathed sword on one and a pack on the other roughly the size of a leatherbound book. She had a pair of knee-high leather boots, but what caught everyone off-guard the most was that she was practically naked. She had tone musculature that was rare to see on a woman of the region, the center of her lower abs pointing downward to exposed red hair between her thighs. Her ass was soft, yet firm, as were her breasts and its bright-pink nipples.

Some of the men cat-called her as she walked by. Others -- some fathers or husbands wanting to avoid wandering eyes -- gave her angry looks. What few women were there stared at the audacity of her.

She found an empty table in the corner, set her sword and back on in and sat down, ignoring the dirty looks she was getting.

A waitress, dressed in modest wench clothes and her hair tied back in a white bonnet, walked up and put her hips.

"I'd like a beer and some of your stew please," said the naked woman, punctuating her statement with a cheeky grin.

"What in the grace of God are you doing?"

"Well I was headin' to Melic when the storms rolled in and--"

"Dressing like a harlot in summer time like that! What the Hell are you doing?!"

The woman looked at the waitress for a moment with a blank expression and went back to smiling.

"I'm Eresos. You?"

"I'm the owner of this tavern."

"I thought it was an Inn."

"Inns can be taverns too, and I don't much appreciate some stranger wandering in here thinking her Birthday suit makes for a suitable afternoon sabbatical."

"You said this was your inn?"

"Yeah. Well, it's me dad's, but it'll be mine too."

"Great. I was wondering if you had any spare rooms for a night. I got money."

"Money isn't the issue here!"

"Then why are you so upset?"

Saph just looked at her, feeling like Eresos is talking her into circles with no way out of it.

Eresos actually did know why she was upset. She wasn't stupid. People had a list of predictable responses to her preferred mode of dress and she was trained, both on the streets and in her church, just how to handle them.

"You need to leave, now."

"But what about my beer and stew?"

"Try the brothel down the road. They might be more willing to take the likes of you in."

"But I'm already here and I've heard good things about the stew."

"We're out of rooms and out of stew. Now get."

"Out of rooms? Really? Well, I've done more with less."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Three hours later

Saph had been stripped of every article of clothing and thrown onto the mattress. Eresos pinned her down with all of her body-weight, her few accessories stripped off and leaving her completely exposed, and her lips met Saph's.

She then gave her neck a lick before kissing her in between her breasts. Eventually, she traveled downward, gave the inside of Saph's thigh a kiss before she starts licking the wet, pink center. Saph gave out a gasp before grabbing the headboard, crying out as her legs draped over Eresos's shoulder.

As a knight of The Order, Eresos has been trained in a variety of arts, be they sword-fighting, horseback riding, literacy, the basics of cooking and survival, but more than anything she knew how to sexually please another person, both male and female. If she wanted to, she could make Saph cum with a single touch and make that one orgasm last for an hour straight.

Saph was a virgin however, so Eresos would have to stick with the basics. Wouldn't want to break the poor thing. Or worse: have Saph grow attached to her. It wasn't that Eresos wasn't open to having companions or anything. It would be nice to have someone to talk to on those long walks, or to warm her bed at night, or have someone perform certain sexual magics with. There were only so many spells you could cast by playing with yourself, after all.

It was just that she was a bounty hunter. She hunted monsters, performed exorcisms and beheaded the occasional self-proclaimed Bandit King.

Ever since The Order was excommunicated, its members had been in hiding or on the run, and it was hard being inconspicuous as a member of the Order. They all took a vow of Physical Immodesty, so seeing men and women walking around completely naked attracted a lot of attention.

The Church has been passing laws the made their practices more difficult. Laws against fornication, adultery, sodomy, and any kind of sexual magic.

But Eresos was a pro. She had managed to fight and seduce her ways across the country and it had worked out so far.

Now she was on a mission.

A mission to kill a monster and save innocent lives.

And if that meant that she had to make a inn/tavern owner's daughter feel loved and cared for for a night...

Then she will.

Because lust be not the weapon of sin, but of righteousness.