The Wizard, The Bishop, and The Cleric

Author's Note: Presenting a surprise chapter! Instead of unveiling the next chapter of Unbroken, which is about one-third complete, I've opted to release the next chapter of this story. It appears to be my most popular, and I'm not sure how to feel about that, lol.

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Chapter 9 - the Wizard, the Bishop, and the Cleric

"Mrs. Lesley, I'm here!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she entered the bakery.

However, upon stepping through the door, the young cleric couldn't help but notice that something had changed. The familiar bakery looked the same, but the atmosphere lacked the warm and welcoming feeling that Mrs. Lesley had always created.

Instead, it felt cold and devoid of the love Mrs. Lesley had always poured into her bakery. The warmth and affection that once defined the place seemed to have vanished.

Elizabeth made her way towards the kitchen, and as the scent of fresh baked goods wafted into her nose, it began to thaw the initial cold she had felt. However, her sense of warmth was short-lived when Mrs. Lesley turned, locking eyes with the young cleric.

Mrs. Lesley's gaze was piercing, revealing a mix of surprise and something else that Elizabeth couldn't quite place. The warmth of the bakery's aroma no longer seemed to reach the depths of her soul, as if a secret hung in the air, waiting to be uncovered. Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she stood there, wondering what had changed in her dear friend's kitchen.

"Elizabeth," the baker stuttered, holding a freshly baked cake in her hand, its surface devoid of frosting.

Mrs. Lesley offered a smile but lacked her usual loving, motherly charm.

"I baked you a cake for your special day," Ms. Lesley said, her voice sounding weaker than usual. "I wasn't sure when you were coming. I was starting to worry you weren't coming."

Elizabeth stood there, a mixture of concern and confusion clouding her thoughts. She finally found her voice after a moment of silence.

"Ms. Lesley, what's wrong?" the young initiate asked, her first words since entering the bakery.

Mrs. Lesley hesitated, her gaze avoiding Elizabeth's eyes as she replied, "Wrong... what's wrong? I... I'm just feeling under the weather," the baker lied, her voice wavering in an attempt to mask something deeper.

"I just feel a little under the weather, and my chest feels heavy," Mrs. Lesley added, as she sat the freshly baked cake on the counter.

"Let me take a look," the cleric offered, a look of concern evident on her face.

"That's quite all right, dear," the baker responded with a gentle wave of her hands, "It's nothing to worry about. Today is your special day, so let me finish decorating this cake. Could you kindly take care of getting the store ready for me? Thank you." The seasoned baker said, turning her attention back to frosting the cake.

Elizabeth couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but she respected Mrs. Lesley's wishes and decided to assist with preparing the bakery for the day's customers. As she worked, her thoughts continued to circle around the sudden change in atmosphere and Mrs. Lesley's uncharacteristic behavior.

The door to the bakery chimed as a customer entered, and Elizabeth greeted them with a warm smile. She tried her best to maintain the bakery's usual welcoming atmosphere, but there was an underlying sense of concern that weighed on her.

As she arranged pastries and organized the display, Elizabeth's mind kept drifting back to Mrs. Lesley and her mysterious ailment. She wondered if there was more to the situation than met the eye and whether there was anything she could do to help her dear friend.

When the bakery was ready for the day, Elizabeth returned to the kitchen to check on Mrs. Lesley. The baker had finished frosting the cake and was now sitting at the small table, looking even more fatigued than before.

"Mrs. Lesley, are you sure you're okay?" Elizabeth asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.

"Elizabeth, I don't want to worry you, but Im just a little tired." She smiled weakly. "B...but I do have something to ask you. Promise me no matter what, you'll be thankful for what you have, and promise me you will cherish and never stop fighting to protect it." The baker said.

The young blonde fixed her gaze on Lesley, her voice trailing off as she began to ask, "Why are you..." However, before she could complete her sentence, the baker seized her hands with a firm grip, bringing them together and pressing them against their chest.

"Promise me," the baker implored with tears in their eyes, "promise me you'll fight. No matter how the future unfolds, it'll never go as planned. We'll have to endure and fight to protect the things we hold dear."

Elizabeth felt a lump in her throat as she gazed into Mrs. Lesley's teary eyes. The sense of unease and mystery that had hung in the air since her arrival now seemed to be reaching its climax. She nodded solemnly, her voice filled with determination.

"I promise, Mrs. Lesley. I promise to cherish and protect what's dear to me and to never stop fighting for it, no matter the challenges that may come our way."

The baker's grip on Elizabeth's hands relaxed, and a weak smile crossed her lips. "Thank you, my dear. That's all I needed to hear."

The atmosphere in the kitchen felt heavy with unspoken truths, and Elizabeth couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Mrs. Lesley's words than met the eye. However, for now, she respected her elder's wishes and decided to focus on the day ahead.

As the morning faded into late noon, the baker presented the blonde cleric with a generous slice of the cake crafted earlier.

"Please savor a slice before heading to the church," the baker urged, casting a contemplative gaze at Elizabeth. If the light in the baker's eyes hadn't vanished before, it certainly had now, and Lesley struggled to steady her hand holding the plate of cake.

_I'm so sorry; I tried to dilute it as much as possible. Your mother would disapprove if she knew... at least she isn't alive to witness this, _the baker thought.

Elizabeth accepted the plate, perceiving the inner turmoil of the baker. Yet, based on the morning's events, she sensed that questioning the baker would yield no answers.

Elizabeth took a small, thoughtful bite of the cake, savoring the familiar flavors that Mrs. Lesley had always excelled at creating. Despite the unease lingering in the air, the taste brought a semblance of comfort.

After indulging in a second slice of the delicious cake, Elizabeth gathered her things and made her way to the church. She still had those duties to complete, tasks that would soon be a thing of the past. After tonight, she would become a full-fledged cleric and officially join Rashaad as his partner. Tomorrow, they would leave home together to embark on their adventures.

A soft flush colored Elizabeth's cheeks as she lightly traced her own features. Leah's teachings from the scriptures about intimacy and pleasure... I'll use them to captivate Rashaad's heart, she mused, a wide grin gracing her lips.

As the church door drew closer, the soon-to-be cleric straightened her face and cleared her mind. She would need to be focused on the task at hand and couldn't afford any distractions.

***

Startling cries echoed through the air as a guard pointed, his voice shaking, "What in the world is that?" Suddenly, another was violently hurled into the air, leaving behind a lifeless body drained of his blood.

The guards, their faces a portrait of terror, instinctively recoil from the creature before them. As the morning sun pierced the forest canopy, its rays painted a mosaic of light beams, adding an eerie contrast to the chilling scene.

The creature, a macabre fusion of shifting shadows and grotesque sinew, stood over the fallen guard with an eerie stillness. Its very essence seemed to consume the vitality of the forest, enveloping the surroundings in an ominous darkness that sent shivers down the spines of the trembling men.

"I'm certainly not in the mood for this today," the young wizard muttered, his veins pulsating with a torrent of mana coursing through his magical channels, channeling power from the depths of his being and converging it into the tips of his fingers.

Wizard's eyes blazed with determination as he channeled his energy into a powerful spell, crafting incantations with a precision born of years of study and practice. As he focused, the air crackled with arcane energy, weaving a complex spell to counter the malevolent **** before him.

With a forceful motion of his outstretched hand, the wizard released the magic, a radiant burst of lightning surging forth to collide with the shadowy being. The creature recoiled, emitting a ghastly wail as the spell disrupted its form, causing it to dissipate momentarily before reforming.

With each disruptive surge of lightning that pierced through the shifting shadow, Hi'kim meticulously observed the creature, scrutinizing its movements and responses. The being exhibited no trace of sentience, its actions are driven solely by instinct rather than any display of conscious decision-making. After several attempts at dispelling the shadow, Hi'kim's eyes gleamed with a flash of understanding as his thoughts raced. The being was a mere puppet, an animated object fueled by dark, malevolent energies. If he could sever the tie that connected the puppet to its master, he could destroy it. With that knowledge in mind, the wizard readied himself to cast a more potent spell, one capable of severing the link between the shadow and its puppeteer.

As Hi'kim's hands glowed, the air hummed with magical energy. With a swift incantation, the wizard thrust his arm forward, sending forth a powerful surge of mana that rippled through the air, colliding with the shadowy creature. There was a burst of light and a loud cracking sound, like the snapping of a twig underfoot, as the shadowy being was torn asunder, dissipating into the air and leaving nothing but a faint echo behind. The guards breathed a collective sigh of relief, the tension in their bodies dissipating as they witnessed the demise of the sinister being. As the morning sunlight poured through the trees, it illuminated the gruesome scene, revealing the lifeless bodies of the fallen guards.

The wizard's expression turned grim as he surveyed the carnage before him. While the shadowy creature had been dispatched, the damage had already been done.

"We must report this at once," A guard instructed.

"I'll leave that to you; I have other obligations to attend to," remarked the young wizard, pivoting on his heels and making his way back towards the town.

"Where are you going?" One of the guards questioned, puzzled at Hi'kim's response.

"I have someplace to be," the young mage replied without looking back.

The guards shared a glance, perplexed by the young wizard's demeanor.

"Wait, aren't you going to help us figure out what that thing was or where it came from?" Another guard asked, a hint of confusion evident in his tone.

The young wizard paused, glancing over his shoulder at the inquisitive guards.

"I have urgent matters to attend to, matters that surpass the scope of this unfortunate encounter," Hi'kim explained.

The wizard vanished into the foliage, leaving them with the aftermath of the harrowing event. The forest, now touched by both the morning sun and the lingering echoes of malevolence, held secrets that only time and further investigation would unveil. The guards, with a **** sense of responsibility, began to discuss their next steps, contemplating the unknown forces that had intruded upon their once-peaceful surroundings.

Hi'kim's mind wandered back to his encounter with Elizabeth, the memory of their intimate meeting lingering vividly in his thoughts as he made his way back to his home.

The rest of the morning and day passed uneventfully until the sun began to set over the horizon, and it was time for Hi'kim to make his way to the church.

The tranquil day had unfolded without incident, a serene interlude that belied the tumultuous events of the morning. The sun, now gently casting a warm, golden hue, began its descent beyond the horizon. It signaled the approaching moment when Hi'kim would embark on the path that would lead him to the sacred halls of the church.

As Hi'kim prepared for his departure, a swirl of mixed emotions engulfed his heart. His mind lingered on the memories of his intimate encounter with Elizabeth, the warmth of their connection vividly etched in his thoughts. As he readied himself for the journey to the church, a sense of anticipation and uncertainty danced in his mind, the prospect of their shared future together shaping his every step.

In the quietude of the evening, as the last rays of sunlight painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Hi'kim set forth on his journey. The air was charged with a quiet energy, echoing the whispers of both past and future, as the young mage ventured toward the church where destiny awaited.

As Hi'kim approached the church, the hallowed edifice loomed before him, bathed in the soft glow of lantern light. The rhythmic chant of distant prayers reached his ears, a melodic prelude to the sacred gathering awaiting within.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing the solemn interior of the church. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the stone walls as Hi'kim stepped into the sacred space. The air was thick with the scent of several different essences being burned at once; some he could distinctly identify, while others remained elusive. But one thing he did notice: the moment he walked into the church, his arousal started to rise.

Leah, dressed in the most scantily clad robes he'd ever seen, stepped forward and smiled at Hi'kim. "There's the lucky guy; I was hoping you didn't get cold feet. That would've broken my girl's heart!" The redhead said in a teasing manner.

"Everything has been prepared; now, you just need to change. She is waiting for you in the bed chambers," Leah said, clapping her hands. Several half-nude attendants appeared and began to undress the young wizard, applying an oil-like substance over his well-toned, masculine body.

The half-naked attendants giggled, and even Leah seemed to appreciate his physique and impressive member. "If I had realized you were built like this, I might not have just let Elizabeth have you," the redhead said, licking her lips. "You might just overwhelm that girl if you know how to wield that weapon of yours properly." Her eyes never left the sight of the large slab of meat hanging between his legs.

After being slathered in the warm, soothing oils, Hi'kim was led to the bed chamber where the ritual would take place. A large canopy bed dominated the room, surrounded by candles and incense burning to provide the most sensual environment possible.

As Hi'kim stood near the doorway, his heart pounding with excitement, he spotted Elizabeth waiting for him on the bed. She was clad in the same thin, see-through garments the other attendants were wearing. Her beautiful, naked form was laid out for him to enjoy. Her hair was loose and spread across the sheets, framing her lovely face in a halo of soft curls.

The soon-to-be cleric nervously sipped from a wine glass, reclining as she awaited Hi'kim's entrance through the chamber doors. Her cheeks flushed a crimson red, her breath growing deeper and more pronounced. Beneath the covers, her legs shifted and gently rubbed together, adding to the palpable anticipation in the room.

The sight of Elizabeth in such a state made Hi'kim's erection strain against his clothes. His eyes traced her body, taking in the view of her massive breasts; her pert nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, the gentle curve of her hips being outlined by the soft, silky bed covers that fell over her feminine lower half.

"Come," the blonde beckoned with a soft voice, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She was clearly eager for Hi'kim to join her in the bed to consummate their relationship. As he starts towards her, she reaches for the second glass and hands it to him. "Drink," she urged, her words strained between panting breaths, "per the ritual, both mates must partake in the sacred wine of the goddess."

Hi'kim obeyed and joined the alluring beauty, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to grab the wine glass that Elizabeth was offering him. As he did so, their fingers touched, and a spark of desire shot through them both.

Hi'kim raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip. The taste of the wine was sweet and intoxicating, the effects taking hold of his senses almost immediately. He felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, the room around him taking on a dream-like quality. By the time he had finished the glass of wine, it had slipped from his hand, and he found himself falling into a state of drowsiness, consciousness quickly fading away.

This action caught Elizabeth by surprise, and she quickly leaned forward, pushing on the young wizard's shoulder. Her own body was currently burning up like an inferno, wetness stained the bed just underneath her dripping wet vagina, and her mind was too clouded for her to comprehend what had just happened.

"You...," Elizabeth managed to murmur, her hand reaching out to grab hold of the handsome youth's manhood. She was so close to finally experiencing the pleasure of physical love. "Why aren't you..."

The doors to the bed chamber swung open, and in walked the portly Bishop. "I'm afraid that won't do, my dear. He won't be waking up anytime soon," the disgustingly fat and ugly Bishop said with a sinister laugh.

"I'm also glad that it's true what I was told; that boy will eat or drink anything you hand him without question," he added, picking up the wine glass from the bed.

The realization of what had transpired dawned on the blonde; her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "You!" She cried out, her voice filled with indignation.

"Fear not, he's not dead. Such an action would unleash his father's wrath upon the entire world, and I certainly won't be the harbinger of that. His glass was coated with powerful, magically enhanced sleep powder. I was concerned he might have detected it if handed the glass by me or any other cleric in the church. Hence, why I deviated a bit from the ritual, ensuring you were the one to give it to him." The portly Bishop chuckled as he stood there.

Just then, she noticed the Bishop was clad only in an open bathrobe as he stood at the foot of the bed, his dick already hard and erect. His eyes were filled with lust, and she could tell what he was going to do to her.

"Now, let's not waste time, shall we? I've wanted to sample your body for quite some time now, Elizabeth," the Bishop said, licking his lips as he eyed her scantily clad body.

The blonde struggled to resist the Bishop's advances, but his sheer size and strength made it impossible. "I'll have you know that the moment Hi'kim comes to, he'll come for you!"

"You might have a point if I believed you had the fortitude to confess that your virginity was taken by someone else, which reminds me." The Bishop snapped his fingers, and Leah, of all people, walked into the chamber carrying a memory orb.

"I almost forgot, I'm preserving this moment." The Bishop laughed evilly.

"L..leah? Leah, help me!"

"Don't bother; that woman is another one of my slaves, just like you will soon be. Tell me, how does it feel to know you are about to be betrayed by your best friend?" The Bishop chuckled as Leah's expression remained unchanged.

The atmosphere in the chamber grew tense as Leah held the memory orb with a detached demeanor. The Bishop's malicious glee seemed to fill the room.

"As your memories unravel, my dear cleric-to-be, you'll realize how easily loyalty can be swayed," the Bishop sneered, relishing the impending revelation.

"Ready for another betrayal?" the Bishop asked as he pulled the bedsheet off her before climbing onto the bed. "Remember the old hag baker..."

"Ms. Lesley?" Elizabeth barely spoke between pants.

"Did she just happen to give you or feed you anything this morning?" The Bishop asked knowingly as Elizabeth's eyes slowly widened.

"Well, I commanded that she fed you an aphrodisiac. The fact you aren't already sucking on my dick tells me she may have tried to dilute it or counteract it. She will be thoroughly punished later for it, but she could not stop it; she only slowed it. I made sure to get my hands on the most potent of aphrodisiacs for you, the Red Sun," he laughed.

Elizabeth's face went pale as the realization sunk in.

"T...that's what the slavers of the East used to break the minds of men and women, turning them into sex slaves!" Elizabeth looked absolutely horrified.

"Well, well. I seem to have impressed you with my knowledge." He laughed.

"It was a good plan. In the end, it will not matter. The truth is that it has already begun. Even now, you can't control yourself. You are mine," the Bishop gloated.

"Your mind is mine. Your body is mine. And when your mind shatters, and you lose yourself, you will be nothing more than my ****," the Bishop said with a smug tone.

"Nooo," Elizabeth protested weakly.

"And I'm going to break you right here in the same bed next to your dearly beloved!" The Bishop declared, grabbing her by the leg and forcefully pushing them apart.

"Ahh, what a lovely sight," the Bishop said, licking his lips as he gazed down at her exposed nether regions. "Your cunt is already overflowing like a waterfall, even though you don't want it, but no matter, the time for talk is over," the Bishop declared.

Elizabeth tried to close her legs, but the Bishop's hands were too strong. He pushed them open again. She was unable to stop him from pulling her panties off, exposing her soaked crotch.

The Bishop leaned in closer; her body trembled with fear as she felt the Bishop's hot breath on her pussy. The Bishop placed his hands on her thighs and spread them more apart, giving him full access to her sex.

Her eyes slammed closed as she tried to ignore the Bishop's probing tongue. The maiden gasped as the Bishop's tongue flicked across her clit, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her entire body. It felt good, too good, The Bishop's tongue darting back and forth across her clitoris, causing her to moan softly. It wasn't long before Elizabeth's hips started bucking up against the Bishop's face, **** for more stimulation.

The maiden cried out as her body shuddered in ecstasy, her fluids flooding the Bishop's mouth as she came.

The Bishop's laughter echoed throughout the chamber.

"See? Your body has already given in.

"N...no," she responded, trying to catch her breath. "N...n...not me, aphrodi..asc." her mouth lulled open, and her head was even more fuzzy now.

"Is that so?" The Bishop said, leaning forward, pressing his fat gut against her belly, causing her to grunt in pain.

"You're mine. And I'll keep fucking you, breaking your will, until you accept that.

I can't wait to see the look on your face when the **** has broken you. You'll be a drooling mess, begging for my dick," the Bishop gloated.

Elizabeth bit her lower lip as the Bishop's thick fingers rubbed against her pussy, causing her body to tremble with anticipation. "Y...you won't break me," she whispered defiantly.

The Bishop smirked. "Say that after I've buried my seed deep inside your virgin womb. I'm going to take you now, and when I do, I'm going to take you now, and when I do, I'm going to make you my ****," the Bishop growled, pressing his dick against her opening.

Elizabeth shook her head, resisting the urge to give in to the Bishop's demands. Her mind was filled with images of Hi'kim lying **** next to her, and she couldn't bear the thought of giving up. "N...no. Y...you won't win."

"You'll break. Everyone does." The Bishop chuckled, thrusting his hips forward.

Elizabeth gasped as the Bishop's thick member penetrated her, stretching her walls and tearing her hymen apart. Even with the aphrodisiac, the pain was almost unbearable. She clenched her fists, trying to endure his thickness, splitting her virgin hole apart. Her body convulsed as the Bishop's thick shaft continued to plunge into her tight hole, causing her to cry out.

"I'm going to make sure you never forget who's your master," the Bishop growled, thrusting his hips and pushing deeper into her.

"N...no," she moaned, arching her back and struggling to endure the painful pleasure.

The Bishop's fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her closer, burying himself balls deep in her virgin depths. She could feel his dick pulsing inside her, his warm seed splashing against her walls and filling her with his cum.

He pulled her closer, burying himself balls deep in her virgin depths. She could feel his dick pulsing inside her, his warm seed splashing against her walls and filling her with his cum.

Elizabeth groaned as the Bishop pulled out, a trail of his semen dripping out of her ravaged pussy.

"We aren't done; we have all night and morning. Now get on all fours, bitch!" The Bishop said, forcing her to roll over onto her stomach, his cum still dripping out of her freshly plucked flower. The Bishop raised his hand and slammed it down hard onto her left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on it.

"Nngh," Elizabeth moaned, the impact of his palm making her body quiver.

"This is just the beginning," the Bishop grunted. "You will learn to serve and obey, bitch!"

The ugly fat bastard grabbed a nearby large fluffy pillow and shoved it just under her abdomen, forcing her to arch her ass in the air.

"I'm going to break you in good, slut!" The Bishop said, slamming his cock into her tight pussy.

Elizabeth could barely register what was happening as the Bishop's thick shaft stretched her once again. Her mind was clouded by the aphrodisiac's effect, her thoughts a jumbled mess of lust and desire. She could only lay there and take the Bishop's cock, her body convulsing in pleasure as the Bishop violated her.

The Bishop's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer and driving himself deeper into her, causing her to cry out. He rammed his dick into her with ****, his breath hot against her neck. He kept at it for hours, fucking her relentlessly until she was nothing more than a rag doll in his arms, her mind broken and her body used up.

As Elizabeth's flower overflowed with the Bishop's cum, a glowing started to appear on her pelvis. From the light, the black tattoo started forming a heart with black devil wings and a devil's tail.

"Congratulations, Elizabeth, our goddess gave you the sigil of intimacy and lust. You are officially a cleric of Arvia." The Bishop said, touching his own sigil of the exact same type just above his cock. "I bet you wanted the sigil of love and loyalty or fertility and growth." He chuckled.

Elizabeth was too delirious from the **** and the fucking to care. All she could think about was having sex, and that was the last coherent thought she had for some time.

The Bishop laughed as he towered back over her; an unrestrained moan of pleasure escaped Elizabeth's mouth as his dick slid back into her already stuffed maidenhood. He started to fuck her again, continuing to fuck her for hours, his thick shaft never leaving her pussy. By the time he finally pulled out, Elizabeth was a broken mess, her body limp and her mind a jumbled mess of lust and desire. The Bishop's cum dripped from her pussy, staining the sheets beneath her.

As the sun rose the following day, the rays of dawn broke through the window, bathing the chamber in its warm light. The soft light illuminated the room, illuminating the naked cum stained form of Elizabeth and a now unclothed Hi'kim. He now slept in the cum stained bed next to her.

The Bishop was finishing getting dressed when, finally fully clothed, the overweight holy man looked over and watched the two lovers. He watched the young wizard's hands reach over and grab the naked cleric and pull her close, the young wizard's head nuzzling into her bosom, smearing the bishop's cum all over the wizard's face unknowingly. A satisfied grin appeared on the Bishop's face as he turned around and walked out of the room, a contented grin on his lips.