When Priest Malachi had passed on, I had been concerned as to what that meant for the spiritual future of our village. The man had been an institution. My father and others in the village had often commented that the Order's vow of celibacy meant that the Priest was a member of every family instead of just one. And Priest Malachi would just smile and nod. To tell the truth, I still mourn his passing.

So when the order sent a young Priestess to our village as a replacement, I was apprehensive. But I'd be darned if I wasn't going to give her a fair chance. But Priestess Sophia's ways were quite different than Priest Malachi's. The heady incense she added to the temple alone was something I had to really get used to. And while it initially gave me a bit of a headache, I have to admit as I breathe it in deeply now, that it actually makes me feel...good.

Yes, there were growing pains. Just last night, I marched over to the temple to give the Priestess a piece of my mind over...something...that she'd been teaching to my son and daughter in their study group. It must have been something small, because I can't quite remember what it was. I know my children had been a bit bothered by it, though. But the Priestess is attentive. She...counseled me...privately for some time and then had me take her to my family's home where she...worked...with our entire family. I don't remember all the details, but it must have been vigorous, because we all woke up sweaty and sticky.

And now, I sit here in the temple. The Priestess' eyes catch mine and her nose crinkles a bit as she gives me a private little smile. I smile back at her as I take another deep breath of the incense. My wife sighs next to me as the dampness of her soaks into my fingers as they idly paw at the junction of her thighs through her dress. My eyes turn to meet the dreamy gaze of my daughter as she snuggles closer under my arm, my hand reaching around and cupping the outside of her breast. Her hand, in turn is on her brother's thigh and has been slowly creeping higher and higher.

My eyes turn back towards the Priestess, the wet streak running down the front of her dress more pronounced than the one on my wife as her hands dig much more furiously there than my own. She then raises her glistening hands, and I take another deep breath of the incense as her fingers spread and gossamer strands of wetness hang between them. "Let the corruption consume us," she moans. And I huskily whisper back, along with my family and the rest of the congregation, "let the corruption consume us."

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Limits: Snuff, scat

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