Her father

Her father had been a knight in his youth, before age **** him to assume the yoke of lordship. He was broad and proud, his face manly and severe. Mira had always loved him, and one of the reasons why she took the hard path of paladin hood was to gain his approval. And his approval was right there, eight inches of pure cock, ready to pierce her.

A tiny part of her shivered at the thought. Marus didnt plan to bring forth such crass event at this early stage, it was Mira's own inner demons that shaped her dream.

"Daughter, you make me proud" he told the prone paladin

"Thank you father" she turned to face him, it wasnt proper to have her back to her elder. He wrapped her arms around her and embraced her, a tender moment of paternal love before the obvious erection between them demanded Mira's attention. She lowered to her knees, and pressed the hard on between her breasts. Her father caressed her hair, but didnt **** her down like the high priest did moments before. She was allowed to massage him with her cleavage, rub his cock in the ways that fancied her imagination alone.

Her father's sword was just within reach. Mira always admired the blade, it represented everything to her. Honor, valor, temperance, courage. A small part of her expected to receive the weapon on the day she became a paladin. Now it was like a second cock, taunt and erect. She reached for it and began to strike it as she would a man's member. She stroke both with equal glee.

His cock erupted in a geiser of white cum, soaking her face, the acolyte's robe she still wore, her hair... she was left a veritable mess. "You are so much like your mother. She would have loved you." her dream father told her, and stepped back. Her hand still held his blade, and it flared with sunlight, destroying the dream church and its residents.

She snapped awake, to see a dazzled Incubus. She was still chained, but something oozed over her skin. The brands Marus marked her with, they were being repelled from her, bleeding out of her skin and dropping to the ground. A sense of cleansing washed over her, like the liquid carried away from her all the dirt of that nightmare.