Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.

A glossary:

Blessed:

A blessed is usually faster and stronger than a regular person, but they are always much tougher, their skin deflecting blades with ease. Indeed, with very few exceptions, blessed cannot be entirely subdued with violence. Instead, the blessed are subdued by being fucked into submission. Hence, when multiple blessed fight, it almost always takes the form of a sexfight.

Not only strength and durability are augmented, however. Most blessed are more conventionall attractive than the average person, with many sporting unusual proportions. Another area of alteration is their sexual organs, which are changed to facilitate the sexual combat which is expected of the blessed, allowing many actions and tactics that would cause injury or even death on normal people, such as using objects entirely unsuitable for such use as dildos, or insertion of a penis larger than the vaginal opening, to be executed without issue or even much discomfort.

The blessed are also mentally altered by the forces granting the blessings. A blessed will very rarely object to sex, especially when their partner is another blessed, and often seek it out.

Luststone:

A material often used by and against blessed. While the skin of a blessed can turn regular weapons, a luststone weapon, while not inflicting injury, does inflict pleasure, making it the weapons of choice for many sexfighters.

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The Church of the Giving Light was an impressive sight, especially deep in the night like this, where light from diligently lit candles shined from every terrace and through every window, culminating with the light tower - a tall tower where other churches would have bell towers that here instead housed a massive fire, which cast light far and wide into the darkness, visible from miles away.

Allegedly it warded off evil, but it definitely served well in guiding weary travelers to the city, and more specifically to the church's hospitality.

Walking through the gardens lit by lanterns, Celestia shivered. It was a chilly night, and her almost complete lack of clothing, while appropriate to her station as ward maiden, was not at all suitable for the fall midnight.

She continued checking the wards on the walls, which kept spirits and monsters out, as opposed to the city's wards which merely prevented their spontaneous creation.

At one of the walls, she stopped, frowning. The seal was damaged. She leaned in closer, and then more felt than heard a disturbance behind her.

When she turned, she found a stranger.

He was dressed oddly, with a white cloak that covered his chest and back, but left his legs and cock completely exposed. Over his head he had a cloth which was in one piece, not even leaving a cut out for the mouth, merely for a pair of eyes.

And what strange eyes they were: framed by darkness, they were a circle within another circle, both piercing white with a dark, thin line separating them.

On the cloth was a geometric pattern, inscribed where the intruder's forehead would be, and extending from the cloth upward were two long, straight horns.

On his side was a length of rope, and in his right hand a ritual sickle, gleaming pink with luststone.

"Who are you?" Celestia asked, though she already knew the important part - an intruder.

The figure didn't respond, instead rushing toward her.

With practiced ease, her fingers copied a complex pattern in the air as she raised her hand, a circle forming between her fingers and deflecting the descending sickle, when suddenly, the lights in the garden went out, with the only visible pinprick of light being the intuder's strange eyes.

Deeply unsettled by the sudden darkness, her eyes not having gotten the opportunity to adjust to the dark, her right hand started moving in the pattern intended to summon a bright light that would blind creatures of the night and dispell any darkness.

Before she could finish, however, the intruder's body crashed into hers, ruining the formation and sending her crahsing into the garden wall.

Immediately, before she could even react, his hands were on her hips and his cock thrust against her pussy.

The intruder had not seen the thin strip of red cloth covering her bottom lips, or perhaps had and considered it incapable of offering any resistance.

It did offer resistance, however, enchanted as it was to ward off attempts like this, his cock stopping dead in its tracks.

Taking advantage, her actions were two fold. One, she moved her hands through the darkness, finding the man's exposed waist, and started making a pattern with her fingers against his skin.

And two, she took a breath to scream for help.

Her mouth opened, only to find the darkness smothering her scream, turning it into an impotent whimper.

A rough hand ran on the perfectly smooth skin of her thighs, gripping the red cloth and forcefully tearing it away, and then, before she could react, he thrust into her once more.

She bit back her moan, intending to avoid giving her foe information on just how good his big cock felt in her pussy, as most sexfighters are trained to do. It was only after that she realized she should be loud, should scream in pleasure in order to alert the rest of the church of the intruder.

She got another opportunity soon after as he thrust into her again, going even harder and deeper than before, his veiny cock scraping along her unlubricated folds.

She shuddered as a scream left her mouth only to be turned into a whimper by the darkness once more. The situation was not entirely against her, however, as he had not restrained her hands, a decision he was about to regret.

Her fingers finished the pattern, and, as she knew from experience, a pink circle appeared on the waist, spreading thin pink veins throughout his back. He stilled for a moment as pleasure coursed through him, ravaging his body, and Celestia squeezed her pussy, her walls rhyrmically closing around his cock. She tried to make a simple pattern with the way her folds interacted with the veins of his cock, but alas, she was not skilled enough to pull that off yet.

His cock twitched and throbbed in her pussy, and she mentally congratulated herself on her easy victory, when he suddenly started moving again. He shifted, grabbing her hips, and taking a few steps away from the wall while pulling his cock out of her.

Then, he ran at the wall, slamming her against it and her breath away, and thrust inside her with the impact, using the momentum to get even deeper. He didn't stop there, either, pressing her against the wall with his body as he fucked her.

As his thrust made her arch, he let go of her hips, holding her against the wall with his bulk and his cock, and swept her hands off of his back with one hand before grabbing her throat, and grabbed her waist long silver braid, pulling on it as he pounded her pussy.

In desperation, she tried to pry his strong, calloused hand off her throat, to no avail, while placing a hand on her womb and drawing the pattern of a protection ward over it. As long as the hand stayed there, the pleasure caused by his assault on her snatch would be greatly diminished.

He didn't spot her maneuver, whether due to being overly focused on fucking her silly or due to not seeing it on account of his own darkness spell, she didn't know.

Either way, since the only other way for him to easily tell were her moans, which were muffled by the darkness and the hand on her throat, she managed a full minute of him fucking her with all his force as she squeezed his cock with all the skill she could muster before he noticed something was off, leaving his cock trembling in her tight snatch.

When he did notice her hand, however, he let go of her throat and swatted it away, grabbing his rope and tying her hands behind her back and to her thick braid, then resumed his brutal pounding, and she was out of tricks. With him still pulling in her hair with one hand and groping her modest but perfectly smooth tits with the other, and his cock ravaging her, she had no chance, and soon found herself breaking under his onslaught, cumming all over his cock, her eyes rolling back.

He gave her a few more thrusts, then slid out, stuffed her fucked silly body in a hedge, and stalked deeper into he gardens, toward the church.

On the other side of the building, a warding seal fell from the wall, scorched to ash.

A woman with skin as red as dull embers climbed up and then jumped down from the wall into the courtyard, her long black braid and locks on her forehead swinging.

The Flamebearer of Aether, for that was her title, stalked through the garden undected, slipping into the building itself through a window.

She found herself in a hallway, then swiftly ducked into an alcove, and pushed open a thick door which slid open without a sound.

Inside she found a nun, already facing her. Swiftly, before anyone could hear the nun's inevitable scream for help, she closed the door to muffle it.

"Relax." The older nun, probably in her forties, said. "The room is soundproofed to maintain my focus on the rites. You won't have to worry about others intruding, so why don't we resolve this woman to woman?"

The Flamebearer grinned, her braid twisting and turning, seemingly of its own will, and the tips of the Flamebearer's hair turned a bright orange, then seemingly caught on fire. "So be it." The Flamebearer said, dropping her scythe and getting into a martial stance.

The nun bowed. "I am Mother Katherina. And you?"

The Flamebearer bowed in turn. "I am the Flamebearer of Aether, Flamebearer for short."

Katherina nodded. "Well met, Flamebearer. May the best woman prevail."

Both women circled each other, considering.

Katherina found herself admiring the Flamebearer's body. Not on its shape, as while the Flamebearer had respectable thighs and at least modest chest, Katherina's own curves blew her out of the water.

What she was admiring was the Flamebearer's hair, burning yet not growing shorter, clearly a blessing, and her tattoos. She was covered in them, not even her face being left untouched by arcane and geometric symbols. Not even her eyes were as expected, as they were orange, and her pupil was orange too.

"I'll have to strip you of that loincloth and bra, dear. I need to see if they really covered every inch." Katherine mumbles, thinking aloud.

The Flamebearer had also found herself admiring her opponent. She looked with respect and concern at the woman's massive tits and thighs - if they ever clashed in a titfight or other competitions of bodies, the Flamebearer was sure to lose.

Furthermore, Katherina looked calm and collected, far too much for someone who just found an intruder in their church's inner chapels.

And last but not least, there were the eyes. The whites of her eyes were not white, but instead a light blue, with irises a lighter shade of blue and a pupil either missing or the same color as the rest of th eye.

"Likewise. I can't wait until I free those tits from your habit and make you squeal as I suck them." The Flamebearer replied to Katherina's murmur, taunting her.

Katherina smiled at her, and the fight was on.

As the Flamebearer got closer, her hair whipped out, aiming to hit Katherina's clothes and burn them off, but Katherina was dodging out of the way almost before they swung at her, allowing her to comfortably avoid them.

Her retaliation started with her slamming her tits into the Flamebearer's, to show off her bigger chest. "Ready to be spanked, bad girl~?" She teased the Flamebearer as she grabbed her loincloth and yanked it down, baring the Flamebearer's crotch (it was also tattooed, to Katherina's delight).

Gritting her teeth as Katherina kept on pressing their chests together, the pressure slowly flattening her tits, the Flamebearer's hair lashed out again. Due to Katherina having nowhere to dodge this time, the blazing tips set her clothes alight. The holy flame left her skin unmarred even as her clothing was reduced to ash, and the Flamebearer's thick braid struck Katherina's ass, the sensation of the flame, a soft heat that made her tingle most pleasingly, making her gasp.

Returning the favour, Katherina used the fact the Flamebearer's ass was bare to spank her, harsh spanks landing on the Flamebearer's firm booty. "Like that, girl~?" She smirked and kissed her, pushing her tongue into the Flamebearer's mouth.

The locks of flaming hair moved, wrapping themselves around Katherina's chest and squeezing it. They were not strong enough to exert any real pressure, but the flame left Katherina whimpering as the tingling sensation spread through her chest and nipples.

Glaring at each other, the two women thrust their tits and thighs against each other, gasping as their pussies connected.

Then, Katherina suddenly pushed forward, exploiting a moment of instability in Flamebearer's stance. The Flamebearer added this to evidence that Katherina's powers were foresight based, as the vulnerability she was exploiting did not yet exist when she started to rear up to slam into the Flamebearer.

Either way, Katherina pinned Flamebearer to the ground, scissoring the Flamebearer while her hands were on the Flamebearer's chest. Taking advantage of this dominant position, Katherina started grinding her pussy against the Flamebearer's as she roughly groped her tits.

Flamebearer struggled, groping Katherina right back, but if things continues like this, she was sure to lose.

As she tried to think of a way out of the situation, Katherina started panicking, letting go of Flamebearer's chest and trying to pin down her hands.

Chalking up this change of demeanor to sensitive breasts, Flamebearer struggled to keep her hands free, until she had an idea: while her hair was already doing work on attacking the nun, there was a place it could so more damage than on her tits - her asshole.

It couldn't spread it open by itself, lacking the solidity for that, but despite Katherina's best efforts, the Flamebearer's hands were free.

And so, as Katherina grew more and more desperate, the Flamebearer reached behind her, using her fingers to spread her asshole and then plunge her burning braid straight in

Katherina screamed. Her grinding stopped as she arched back, drooling and her eyes rolling back. Every moment the hair was inside her asshole, the tingling sensation spread through her insides, making her moan and shudder.

Grinning, the Flamebearer flipped Katherina onto her back with her hair still in Katherina's asshole. Once she was in this vulnerable position, the Flamebearer spread her pussy as well, letting her thinner locks of hair dive in and burn merrily inside of Katherina's pussy. Then she groped her tits, pulling on the nipples and leaving them stiff, then sucking on them both at the same time until she felt the nun's milk on her tongue.

Katherina tried to retaliate and make her cum first, desperately fingerfucking the Flamebearer as well as groping her tits.

But it was in vain. There was nothing she could do. Soon, she was cumming all over the Flamebearer's hair, the liquid turning to steam as the fire burned it.

Smirking, the flamebearer pulled her hair out, and flipped Katherina onto her stomach to give her nice and exposed ass a few spanks with her burning braid, causing the fucked silly woman to yelp.

Then, she got dressed again and left the room through another door. The rest of the journey progressed without difficulty as she finally found herself where she wanted to be, entering the room with the artifact.

From the other side, a man in white robes, leaving his cock and legs completely exposed, who she recognized as the Herald of the Eclipse, and who was very much not supposed to be here, entered.

She stared at him, surprised, and then prepared her sickle. He did the same, and the two prepared for battle.

They clashed, metal striking metal. He turned the light to darkness, but the Flamebearer's burning hair provided enough light to fight by.

Their clash was indecisive, nothing beyond small cuts by the enchanted blades achieved, and so with a snarl the Flamebearer threw herself at where her hair showed her her opponent was.

He slammed her against the altar the artifact rested on, thrusting inside her. In return, she wrapped a leg around his waist while standing with the other, one of her strands wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other around his balls, both still burning. Her braid wrapped around his neck, not strong enough to choke but enough to apply pressure.

She gasped with every thrust, only to have her moans dampened, but he throbbed in her tight pussy, his cock pulsing with every squeeze.

He managed to add another dimension to his assault by using the light she made to find and abuse her modest chest, mere handfulls for his strong, rough hands.

Their positions were equal as they fucked each other, when they heard someone approach.

Dispelling the darkness, the Herald looked over to find a tall, voluptuous nun walking toward them with confidence. "Seems we have some little rats in here~. Get out, pests, or get fucked.

Th Herald and the Flamebearer looked at each other, then nodded and ran towards her.

But she was incredibly fast, tackling the Herald to the ground before he could react, wrapping her massive soft tits around hic cock. "Just give up. You have no chance against my divine tits~."

He looked into her eyes and started to pull on her nipples, hoping to make her submit before she milked him, even as she held her tits and squeezed them around his cock.

The Flamebearer, meanwhile, went behind her, pulling her pussy open and inserting her thick, burning braid into it.

"What the - don't you - hhhnnghhhgh~!" The nun moaned as the burning braid ravaged her pussy, but kept up her titfuck.

As the nun moaned, the Flamebearer stretched her asshole open with her fingers and inserted one of the smaller burning locks of hair, and grabbed the other into her hands to start whipping the nun's ass with it.

"Have you done your confessions to the Flame? No~? Then I'll punish you like the dirty girl you are~!" The Flamebearer smirked, delighting in every crack of her hair-whip against the nun's exposed flesh.

"The Light will punish you for this - hnngh~!" The nun gapsed and moaned, but continued to titfuck the Herald, confident she could break him before the Flamebearer broke her.

The Herald's cock throbbed and dripped precum between her massive, soft tits, until, at last, enduring the pleasant stinging in her pussy and asshole, as well as having her ass whipped, the nun held out long enough to make him bust, his cock spraying a fountain of cum onto her face and tits.

The nun smirked for an instant as she licked up the cum that landed near her lips. "Good boy~. You may achieve forgiveness yet~."

Then the nun stood up and reached behind her, yanking the hair out of her holes and using it to drag the Flamebearer as she turned.

"See? Your accomplice accepted the superior truth of the Light," the nun said, smirking, as she cupped her massive tits and made them gently jiggle, "and now it's your turn, you dirty little heretic~!"

Then, she slammed the Flamebearer onto a pew and knelt before her, letting her strong tongue forcefully open the Flamebearer's folds and ravage her pussy.

"Nnnghhhahhh~! O-oh by the Flame~!" The Flamebearer moaned as the tongue massaged her folds in a way nothing has achieved before, her hair trying and failing to find a part of the nun that was in reach of her arching head.

"Give yourself to the Light~! Give up on your pitiful Flame, and worship true divinity~!" The nun took a break from devouring the Flamebearer to taunt her, and then dove right in, her tongue making the Flamebearer's pussy quiver in pleasure.

Luckily for the Flamebearer, the Herald was not out yet.

Having taken a bit of a breather to calm down and make his cock not so sensitive, he stepped behind the nun and started railing her pussy while spanking her, hard, and pulling her hair to hinder her attempts to eat out the Flamebearer.

"F-fuck~! Y-you felt the glory of the light! S-so why are you still trying to win~?" Groaning, the nun bucked against him, and kept on devouring the Flamebearer, then gasped as a firm tug on her hair pulled her tongue out of the Flamebearer's pussy for a moment before she could force herself back in.

But, despite the Herald's attempts to make the nun cum and prevent her from eating out the Flamebearer, and the Flamebearer's efforts to resist, the nun's tongue forced her to climax in the end.

"There! See? The Light truly is much better than your heretical gods, so stop worshipping them and join us!"

The nun stood, about ready to deal with the Herald who was still railing her, only for the Flamebearer to get up immediately.

"Not so fast." The Flamebearer smirked. "I think you need to be taught a lesson about arrogance, slut!"

Exhausted after taking each of them from behind for a while, the nun was in no state to take them both on.

The Herald took her once more from behind, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole and spanking her hard as he went, leaving red handprints. His other hand grasped her hair, pulling on it to make her arch.

As he did this, the Flamebearer stepped in, pushing against her from the front.

She once more put her burning braid into the nun's pussy, and played with her clit with one of her free hands.

With the other, she groped the nun's massive tits, pinching her nipples and wrapping her burning locks around them.

And, as the finishing blow, she kissed the nun, pushing her tongue into the nun's mouth.

They kept going until the nun came, once, twice, thrice.

Only then did she slump, spent and defeated.

The two stepped away from her limp body, and exchanged a glance. Then they both nodded, the Flamebearer took the artifact, and they broke a window in the chapel, leading outside.

And then over the wall, and out, out of the gates, out of the city, somewhere the people of the Church of the Giving light wouldn't find them.

They had finally decided they were far enough to take a breather and consider how they were going to fuck their 'partner in crime' into unconsciousness and abscond with the artifact, and for a few minutes they indeed were safe there, at the shore of a dark lake. But, then, they were disturbed by approaching footsteps approached.

And with another exchanged glance, they turned to see the new threats to all their plans.

To be continued.

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Author's note: My backlog is reaching it's end, which means that I am taking suggestions for what to write next, as I will most likely read them before writing it.

Next story is of course A Matter of Faith 2/2, but beyond that, if you have a concept you'd like to see, a kink, or perhaps to see more of a character or pairing, just let me know through the feedback options of the community this is posted on.