Seek solace.

Teija climbed to her feet, pulling her pants up, over her round bottom. Tying her shirt together, beneath her huge tits, she managed to save some of her dignity. She saw Sophie, had slipped a jacket on to cover her own naked breasts. Still in a daze the young priestess began walking back toward town.

As they reached the dark hamlet Teija headed for the abbey, until Killian gently took her arm and brought her to a halt. “Where do you think your going?” He asked coldly.

She glanced up at him, her eyes nearly vacant. “I need to pray.”

“You can worship my cock, in your room.” He replied a twinkle in his eye, his hand reaching up to roughly maul one of her large breasts.

Teija moaned submissively in pleasure. “I need, to pray.” She protested meekly.

“Knock it off.” Sophia growled shoving him away.

“Don't feel left out.” The man grinned, slipping his hands under her jacket, to roughly grope the pugilist's huge breasts.

“Let go, or I will knock you the fuck out.” Sophia growled softly.

“Fine, whatever.” He shrugged, turning to walk into town.

“Come on.” Sophia said softly, gently taking the priestess and guiding them toward Gothic looking abbey.

They pushed through one of the large wooden doors, and walked into the vestibule. The place was as dilapidated as the outside, and the rest of the forsaken hamlet. A basin stood on a pedestal near the center, likely filled with regular water, as holy water was far to expensive to just leave laying around.

The doors to either side of the small foyer held little interest to her, instead she made hers way through the huge doorway leading into the main chapel area. The pews rested in an orderly fashion along each side of the aisle, but the vast majority of them were covered in dust and cobwebs. Only a few near the front seem to have found any usage in recent weeks, or months maybe.

Beyond the pews rested a large altar designed to look like three levels of shelves, that started at waist high, and rose up to head high. The top row held statues depicting the nine gods, while the two rows below held rows of candles, most of which were lit.

Out of a hallway to the left, a priest walked into view. The older man in his late forties was dressed in a black habit that hung past his ankles, and was buttoned up the front. The nine silver buttons, each had a different emblazoned symbol, representing each of the gods. His hair was short, black and speckled with gray, his skin leathery from hard years.

“You two look worse for wear.” The man said stoically.

“My friend needs a place to pray.” Sophia replied.

“Infected by the curse of this place no doubt. Come with me, the Nine welcome all.” He nodded leading them deeper into the abbey. “Do you require a specific god?”