Well you are kinda curious just how far this is going to go

"Positive." You say to the Priestess. Oriana suddenly jumps out of her seat.

"It would be an honour to help the ritual." She says closing the small amount of distance between the two of you.

"I think I should." The Priestess say sounding extremely unsure. "I am the leader our our family."

"But I was the one who received the blessing first." Oriana says making Auria clear her throat a little. "My eyes were fixed before your tits grew." She snapped. You had a feeling that now you were kinda incidental to this, Oriana was volunteering because of her religion not because you were the subject of that volunteering.

"Your tits grew?" Lucia asked.

"Daughters!" The Priestess shouted out before this went any further off the rails. "I am the Priestess and so I will be adding in the ritual." She said glaring at Oriana until the girl retook her seat, pouting a bit as she went. "Now you," the Priestess turned to you bowl still in hand. "Come with me." She turned and walked through a door by the alter. You glanced around the room at the assembled faces. Lucia was whispering to Auria who was grinning and nodding pushing her chest out much to Lucia's enjoyment. Well at one person was enjoying themselves. You followed the Priestess through the door and into a house.

It was a rather boring looking kitchen. Table, chairs a small wood fired stove and a metal basin filled with water. You suddenly wondered about this cities water supply and sewer situation. You'd never smelt waste while in the city so there must be some sort of sewer system somewhere. The Priestess took the coins out of the bowl and then brought it to her lips and drank the milk she had so recently expressed. That could you a little off guard and shut down your mental blabbering.

She seemed to notice your attention and looked at the bowl and cleared her throat wiping it out in the basin. "Thank you for coming back." She said with her back to you.

"Oriana was kinda insistent." You say lightly.

"She came here as a last resort. I spent weeks trying to get the Mother to bestow me with any of her grace to lift the cloud from Oriana's eye but the Mother wouldn't respond. Then you came and through you she not only bestowed Oriana with sight but graced Auria with the vision of her holy bosom." That sounded kinda more religiously than it needed to be.

"You would have figured it out." You aren't sure what is happening but you figure this is the Priestess making her apology rather than just relying on the sisters to make it for her.

"No I wouldn't have. I've never seen a ritual before and I haven't heard of one working like it did with you before." She sighed and turned around bowl in hand. "If it wasn't for you Oriana eye's would be clouded and Auria would never have been blessed. Through you the Mother has graced my Church." She walked over to you then knelled down and hold the bowl below her chin leaving it rest on top of her own holy bosom. "Please allow me to help you perform the ritual." She reaches out and pulls at your pants.

You are kinda put off by all the religious talk but there is a surge of lustful heat in the room and as your pants are lowered your soft member hardens and bounces in front of her face. She licks her lips and lets out a shake breath, her eyes hypothesized but it gentle bouncing in time with your heart.

After a moment she looks up into your eyes and wraps both her hands around you the bowl staying perfect still awaiting your, contribution. She kept the hand on your crown making small gentle spinning movements, a constant supply of ever changing pleasure as her other hand makes strong softly twisting strokes down to your base.

You let out a groan at the expert handling and recall your initial wondering about this place. It may not be a brothel but the Priestess really knows what she is doing. "Let out your Milk," she said holding your gaze as she jerked you off, "grace us with your faith and allow us to see the Mother." Her breathing is picking up and with each inhale she get a fresh nose-full of your scent. "Cum for me, fill the bowl with your seed." Her head is moving closer to your crown and her lips are parting.

The room is getting hotter and hotter and your hand has moved towards to the back of her head. The desire to push her down, to feel that warmth wrapped around is almost too much to resist.

"Cum for the Mother." The Priestess says as her hands speed up. Each breath out blowing warm air over your cock head. You moan at the added sensation. "Yes cum, prove your devotion fill the bowl so we can all bask in the Mother's warmth."

Aside from the religious overture you aren't far off. The Priestess is an expert with her hands each movement hitting a wonderful note in your ever approaching fanfare. Soon you are thrusting your hips with each stroke getting dangerously close to her lips.

As you near the crescendo she leans forwards and suck the bare tip of your cock running her tongue up and down. You let out a gutteral moan and begin your orgasm. The first spurt surprises the Priestess in it's volume and speed. Splattering up her face with a small amount pushing past her lips and painting her tongue. She recovers fast and point you down at the bowl. Your next few splatter the bowl spilling over the sides and painting the top of her chest. When you finish the bowl is more filled with your cum than it had been with her milk. The lustful heat of the room does not decrease after this, if anything this feels more like a taste, an appetizer for what is to come.

The Priestess lifts the bowl and looks at her chest now painted with streaks of white. She licks her lips and taste what you had left there. She clears her throat and stands up. "Thank you please return to the others and I will, clean up." She stiffly spins and walks to the basin wiping at the cum on her chest as she goes.

You pull up your pants and walk back through the door. Oriana and Cynthia are standing at the alter looking at the ritual book. They are flipping through the pages. As you walk into the room the book glows and the pages flip back to the summoning ritual. Oriana looks up at you then at the book and bows. "I knew you were touched by the Mother." She stays bowed for long enough that you figure she is waiting for permission to leave.

"You don't need to bow or anything." You say feeling really uncomfortable with this even though you were very recently confirm to literally be touched by the Mother, or maybe her sister, when you were brought into this world. You think the fact you were losing ground here would be fought against much more enthusiastically if you hadn't cum to some expert hands.

"Children." The Priestess said as she walked out the door behind you. You look over and see a small streak of your cum was still on her forehead. You might have mentioned it to her but the sexually charged heat of the room had entered along with her and all you thought about was how you'd just blow your load over her.

Oriana and Cynthia hurry back to their seats. You look over and see Lucia with an arm around Auria whispering into her ear. That girl does not let an opportunity pass does she.

The Priestess walks to the alter and motions for you to join her. "Please speak the ritual." She says with a bow.

You look at the book and once more feel the desire to just leg it. "To the Mother of All we offer gifts of gold," The sound of two gold coin dropped into the bowl of you cum echos into the room. "The milk of life," you feel the rooms temperature raise once more "and the faith of our beliefs." You feel the aura in the room intermingle as they open up, aside from Lucia that is. "We beseech you grant us a vision of your radiance." You breath in and pull the auras into yourself, the ritual doesn't say it is needed but since the first page refers to aura as faith you figure the link is there. "Gift your Children with a vision of your bountiful radiance." As you finish the bowl starts humming gently. Everyone looks at it as it slowly beings to glow.

With everyone aura inside yourself you are suddenly filled with absolute belief, the unquestionable certainty you are seeing everything you believe confirmed. And the knowledge that you are about to bare witness to the Mother of All herself as she graces you with her presence.

The fact you didn't feel that yourself made for some interesting mixed feeling. Since you also knew you were about to meet a literal Goddess.

Oh that just hit you. You've met proof of divinity that had chosen you to be their champion after having granted you a second life, and it was about to happen again. You aren't sure what a religious revelation feels like but you imagine it is something like this.

"Hello my heart, how I've longed to see you." The voice is like liquid gold embracing your being in a warm motherly embrace. "Come my child." A figure of gold appeared in the room before you. The figure is naked displaying a chest so large its denying of gravity is more proof of divinity than the golden skin. The figure's face is so like Clare's it must be because Clare told you they were sisters because she doesn't look like the Mother's figures around the room. Arms opened up preparing to embrace you, "Come to me my Love."

The movement is matronly but you can still feel the sexually charged air in the room and motherly appearance and nature or not, you can feel the sex radiating off the Goddess, the overwhelming desire and hunger for physical contact.