Unforeseen consequences

You're not entirely sure where Raya will be, but you head for the main prayer hall where you first found her earlier in the morning. You're glad to see you've struck gold- she's there, kneeling before the altar, just as she was before. Moonlight streams in through the window, while a few candles here and there provide the only light. There's nobody else around so far as you can see.

"You wanted to speak with me?" you say.

Raya stands up and turns around. You can't help but think how incredible she looks, even though there's a look of worry on her face. "Sir John," she sighs. "Thank-you for coming."

"No problem. It seems pretty empty here; has everyone else gone home for the night?"

"Yes. We're the only two people in the building. I needed to talk to you in private." She begins to pace back and forth before you, wringing her hands together. "Since earlier, when I rode the Sybyeyus again there have been some changes about me. Some are obvious... others less so."

"How do you mean?" you ask. "You mean something's different apart from the obvious physical changes?"

She nods. "Yes, and I'm not happy about it. Please, Sir John, I need your help in undoing this! I know I look amazing now, but the rest of it is unbearable for me! I can't trust anyone else because nobody else knows what I've done, and I fear that when they discover it they'll remove me from my position as High Priestess!"

"Whoa, slow down!" you say. "I wouldn't have the slightest idea how to undo it, for one thing; it's not really my area of expertise. Let's take it one step at a time. Tell me precisely what's changed that you don't like."

"I'd rather not say."

"Then I can't help you."

She sighs fitfully. "Well... fine. I've been having these... feelings. It was a little unusual at first but my willpower was strong enough to control them, but now it's just too much! I just can't stop thinking about... it."

"It?" you ask, but even as you say the word you realise what she means. "Wait a minute... Are you saying that you're horny?"

"Yes!" she cries. "So, SO horny! I have to keep praying in order to keep my hands busy, because otherwise I'd just be frigging myself all the time! All I can think about is sex, constantly! I'm a priestess: it's just not appropriate! And it doesn't help that people keep talking about you and how you fucked those girls silly and are so well endowed, and then I start thinking about you, and-"

She falters, suddenly realising what she just said. "No- no, I didn't mean-"

You step closer and she stops talking. "Raya," you begin.

"High Priestess Raya," she corrects you as though to remind you of her rank and, by extension, what it's appropriate for her to do and not do. You ignore her.

"I can do nothing to reverse the effects of the Sybeyus," you say. "I know nothing about the thing- I only saw it for the first time this morning! However... I can help you in other ways..."

"No."

You ignore her again; it's just the last dregs of her silly virtues telling you 'no'. She wants you and you know it. You lean in, putting your hands on her hips, and kiss her neck, your lips barely brushing the soft skin. "N-no," she whimpers. "I can't, it's wrong..." But while she hasn't accepted you by putting her arms around you, she hasn't pushed you away either: she's still fighting, but you know it won't be for long.

You tug on her earlobe with your teeth and she gasps. "Mmm, no..." she says. Her body has betrayed her though- she's flushed with arousal. "No, I can't..." Her arms go round your neck to hold you close. You start to kiss along the line of her jaw. "No, this is wrong, it's so wrong!" she cries.

You look her dead in the eye. "That," you whisper, "is precisely the point." You kiss her and at last her will surrenders to her lust. She kisses you back, moaning as she does so, pressing her body tight against yours.

You never thought you'd get the chance to sleep with Raya, but fate and chance have conspired to give you the opportunity and you've taken it. She's all yours.