40 years previous-
June 10, 1949 - Midgard Time
The Verdant Realm, The Ljosalfar coastal city of Olympia, Folkvangr-
Glenna Moonlilly held her hands over her mouth and tried her best to hold back her mewling as her body rocked back and forth across the 'Divine'. Her midnight star-filled hair floated up over her face, obscuring her features, and she couldn't be more thankful!
The feeling of her legs being held aloft by her goddess's humble patron. The feeling of his mighty thrusts slamming against the backs of her thighs and buttocks. The feeling of her tush and shoulders rubbing against the silk sheets beneath her. The feeling of the fat of her breasts rolling up her chest and back down as she rocked her hips in time with her patrons vigorous momentum. And finally, the feeling of his seed blasting deep inside her womb, filling her up with his life-force…
She howled in delight!
She climaxed as she moved her hands down to her patrons arms and dug in her nails. She wailed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper!
She panted in satisfaction as she felt her patron's body shake as he pumped the last dregs of his 'Contribution' inside her, and then with a sigh unlocked her legs and let him pull away. With the act of obtaining the 'Contribution' complete, she lowered her feet and sat up on the 'Divine' before standing up. Arranging the silver waist chain sculpted to ride on the curves of her hips, she flipped the sheer blue silk loincloth down to cover the surplus 'Contribution' decorating the hairless lips of her sex and inner thighs.
Looking up at her patron she commanded, "Take me to your wife and son."
With a compliant nod the ljosalfar named Vefrata, but to help her keep from becoming emotionally attached she only thought of him as her 'Patron'. He had golden sun kissed skin, flame red hair, and tired blue eyes. He led her out of the bedroom to the adjacent room where his wife and only son both lay in beds.
"What happened to them," She asked as she felt her magic awaken inside her belly and gather the 'Contribution' inside her womb.
"Priestess? Um, I am uncertain," He explained hesitantly, "I am a transporter for House Ljosari. I have been travelling for the last six months. When I returned home, I found Paskir, my wife, and Daell, my son, had become ill. They seemed to be getting better, but then yesterday they collapsed, and so, I brought them here."
"Why didn't you take them to the hospital," Glenna asked as she held her hand above Paskir's belly and cast Delve.
"Please, Priestess Glenna," Her Patron begged, "I am just a lowly transporter. I have very little money. The hospital turned us away. You are my last hope!"
"No need to worry," She reassured, "You have paid the 'Tithe' and given the 'Contribution'. If your family is able to be healed I will do so."
"Oh thank you! And, thank the goddess Seline," He praised in relief.
Giving him a soothing smile, she looked down so as to concentrate on Paskir's chest. The woman was indeed ill. A virus that was attacking her lungs and immune system. If not corrected she would be dead by the end of the week from suffocation on the blood and water filling her lungs. Gathering her magic she began chanting the 'Words of Power' and cast the contract by which all of the 'Contribution' would be consumed to heal Paskir.
Glowing white light surrounded her hands, and with the 'Contract' established, she placed her hands on Paskir's breasts and felt the magic sink in and heal her lungs. Color started returning to her skin and very quickly her breathing became easier and decongested. After a few long minutes Paskir's eyes fluttered open and her golden eyes gazed up at Glenna. Her brow furrowed in confusion before she asked in a hoarse voice, "What...is happening?"
"You were ill my lady," Glenna whispered as she combed her fingers through the woman's sun kissed golden hair, "Very ill. Your husband brought you and your son to me for healing."
"But," Paskir gasped diminutively, too tired for her alarm to be more than a whisper, "We haven't the money for the hospital, or the church!"
"Do not worry," Glenna shushed as she slipped her hand behind Paskir's neck and helped her to sit up, "The 'Tithe' has been negotiated and the 'Contribution' towards your recovery made. I have cleansed your body of the illness. Now, all you must do is partake of my 'Manna' to recover your strength and receive Seline's blessing."
"Yes priestess," Paskir whispered as she latched on to Glenna's nipple and began suckling from her breast.
She drank until she drained Glenna completely of 'Manna' before her stamina was returned. Only once she was full did she lay back down and rest. Glenna held her hand but turned to her Patron and announced so that both heard, "Patron, healing your wife consumed all of your 'Contribution'. In order to heal your son I will need a second 'Contribution'."
Paskir looked from Glenna to Vefrata and asked, "Vefrata, what does she mean by 'Contribution'?"
Turning from Vefrata to Paskir, Glenna smiled as she suggested, "Maybe you should come in and participate as well…"
——(!)——
An hour later Glenna sashayed down white columned corridors with a pleasant smile and a wholly satisfied warmth in her chest for a job well done. She giggled at the thought that it could be said that she was glowing, but then, it was a full moon tonight and she was glowing as brightly as the moon itself.
"You seem particularly happy with yourself today," N'anthris purred from the shadowed side of a column Glenna was just passing by.
"I am," Glenna answered proudly as she came to a halt and put her hands on her hips spreading open the white robe of her priestly habits revealing the undercurves of her breasts and her bare white skin and dainty loincloth.
"Who would have thought that you would surpass us all in bringing income into the churches coffers by catering to the poor," N'anthris crooned as she walked up and accompanied Glenna back to the temple gallery Hall.
"What can I say," Glenna purred, not trying to hide her pride in the least, "There are a lot more poor people out there needing our services than rich men. By the Goddesses directive it is our duty to serve our fellow alfari without discrimination…"
"And you apparently go about your business with zeal as well," N'anthris chuckled.
"It is my beloved Goddess's command that I do so," Glenna answered as if that should explain everything, then smiled naughtily as she continued, "Paralleling her command, I cannot help it if I take pleasure in fulfilling my priestly duties!"
N'anthris nearly doubled over with laughter for several seconds as she latched on to Glenna's arm to support herself before coming to a sniffling finish, then more hissing laughter through her teeth as she asked, "You take pleasure, or, are you pleasured?"
Glenna cut her eyes away with a sigh, and looked at the statues of Seline that decorated scenic spots down the hallway before cutting her eyes back to N'anthris with a smirk and asking, "Is there a difference?"
N'anthris howled riotously, nearly falling and pulling them both down to roll on the floor in her levity.
"Daughters!" Hissed High Priestess Annani'us from several feet down the hallway, "You denigrate the holy sacrament?!"
N'anthris's laughter ceased as she and Glenna straightened their habits and turned to curtsy to their matron leader though it was Glenna that answered first, "No, your Holiness, we would never denigrate our traditions, our vows, or our Goddess. We were...merely sharing our mutual devotion that we have toward the work our goddess has given us to do."
Annani'us slowly crossed the hallway until she stood directly in front of Glenna and N'anthris. She was shorter than Glenna standing only five feet tall, but with the papal tiara of the moon on her head she was very imposing. She wore a highly embroidered silk under-bust corset with gold underwires that conformed to the natural curve of her bare breasts, just as all of Seline's priestesses must. However, upon her shoulders she also wore a white silk mantle also embroidered heavily in gold. And clipped to gold rings sewn to the bottom of the corset was a long, sheer, gold-thread skirt that covered her legs and buttocks, and had a train some ten feet long but fell open down the front so that her sex was exposed as all priestesses must as commanded by the 'Edicts of Seline'.
Holding out her left hand with the ring of the Papacy, Glenna was the first to kiss the ring. Once completed she took a step back and then raised herself to her full height as N'anthris followed suit.
"Zeal and devotion are one thing my daughters,' Annani'us answered humorlessly as she looked from N'anthris to Glenna, "But do not confuse them for simple craven appetite, and don't let fidelity to our goddess deceive you into thinking that one rationalizes the other."
"Yes, your Holiness," They chorused with another curtsy.
The corners of the High Priestesses mouth turned up in satisfaction as her underlings paid their reverence. By the time Glenna and N'anthris straightened back up again she was once again composed. Turning to N'anthris she commanded, "Leave us. Head to the gallery and make yourself available to serve those 'Patrons' still in need of our services."
"Yes, your Holiness," N'anthris chirped obediently and executed a last curtsy before hurrying away.
Turning to Glenna, Annani'us motioned for her to fall into step with her. They walked slowly, taking the scenic route leading to balconies overlooking gardens and pools until they finally came to the balcony overlooking the temple gallery where priestesses sat around pools, laid across couches, or milled about the room speaking quietly with male patrons seeking the services of the priestesses, whether it be for healing, a blessing, an heir, or simply partaking of the Moon Goddess's feminal delectations.
"I assume your Holiness had a purpose for requesting my presence," She asked as she leaned against the balcony half-wall and watched those below.
"I do," Annani'us replied as she surveyed all those in her domain, "How was your stint proselytizing through the lands of Annwyn, and sharing Seline's virtue with our…deplorable…cousins, the Villraflar and Dokkalfar,"
"It went well," She answered, her face and tone neutral.
"No doubt it was a test of faith and patience," Annani'us sighed as she shook her head, "It must have been unnerving to be in the presence of so many uncouth and uneducated people…"
"It was… an experience… I shall never forget," She answered carefully now while keeping her expression completely neutral.
"I heard that you met a particular country bumpkin Lord that took a fancy to you," Annani'us pressed.
"I met many country bumpkin Lords, Reverent Matron," She retorted calmly, as if she had no idea who she was talking about, "If one took notice, it is news to me."
"Hmm," Annani'us harrumphed in dissatisfaction, "Well, despite that, this new alliance affords opportunity that shouldn't be forsaken…"
"Opportunity," She asked sharply, "Your Holiness, I am sure that this is a political marriage as it is. Now am I to make it a hotbed of religious activism as well?"
"You may make your marriage bed as hot as you like," Annani'us purred salaciously, enjoying her play on words, "However, as a woman, as a noble, and as a priestess, you should know as well as I that your marriage will never be absent of the politics of governance, or religion."
"Yes, I know," She sighed and turned away from the Annani'us to look out over the gallery and at the doors that she wished she could fly through and escape, but she couldn't. She had known this was her fate all her life. No matter whom she married, she was a political pawn for both her family and the church. With a resigned sigh she turned back to her High Priestess and asked, "So, what is this opportunity?"
Annani'us smirked and gave her an approving nod before answering, "You have done exceedly well since your initiation some one-hundred and fifty years ago. Your mother trained you well, and you have been an invaluable asset. Now, I want you to be my personal eyes-and-ears within the political arena of the Villralfar, the Dokkalfar, the Druid Council, and the Aligned Lordships of Annwyn. You will have direct access through your marriage to this Summerset Vale. From what I hear he is truly taken with you. Has all but begged his father to arrange this marriage despite their own traditions of marrying within their own druidic family lines. You can use this to your, to our, advantage."
"Is that all," She asked in a shaken voice though she was trying hard to maintain her composure.
"No," Annani'us answered directly with a shake of her head, "I also want you to establish a temple in Valeheim. I hear they worship Lauma and Gaia, and only give Seline negligible reverence," Suddenly Annani'us stepped closer to Glenna and carefully reached up and pushed a moon tiara into her waxing-and-waning star-filled hair as it floated above her head like a midnight flame as she continued, "From this moment onward, I have ordained you an Apostle of Seline, with this new authority you are to herald the majesty of the Moon Goddess throughout Annwyn."
"Thank you, your Holiness," She responded appreciatively and curtsied with her head bowed low.
"The Druid's of Annwyn and Alfheim, no matter where they are, they're an independent lot. We must maintain control… Or, we must prepare to take other… more… extreme measures. You are our canary in the mine Glenna. I… we… depend on you to let us know what is going on so that we may keep the peace," Annani'us finished as she straightened Glenna's robe and rubbed imaginary wrinkles out across her shoulders. Once she was satisfied she raised her black star-filled orbs to Glenna's and smiled as she held out her hand to raise Glenna up from her genuflecting before continuing, "I am sad that you will be leaving us, but I am happy to see such growth in you. You will make a fine Apostle, and hopefully, manage to educate and convert the… locals."
"Thank you, Reverent Matron," She replied with a smile.
"Considering your immense value to us, as well as to your House," Annani'us purred, "I was surprised to hear that this country Lord, Anthiehl Vale, had managed to meet the bride price your mother was demanding for your hand in marriage."
"Yes, your Holiness, I am surprised as well," She agreed as she turned to look out over the gallery once again, wishing she could escape.
"Well," Annani'us sighed before turning to look out over the gallery as well, "I guess it is time for me to take my leave. Here," She said as she handed an opened letter to Glenna, "This is what your mother sent to me, petitioning that I send you home so that you may prepare for your upcoming nuptials." Waving her hand in dismissal she finished, "You may leave me now and go to your room. Sanctify yourself and prepare to leave within the hour."
"Yes, you Holiness," She answered with a quick curtsy and hurried off to her room before she could be stopped again.
——(!)——
She completed her packing and set her things out to be carried to the shuttle thirty minutes before her designated departure time, and then hurried to find her friends to say her goodbyes, however when she found them they were all still in the temple gallery where she could no longer set foot. At least, not without making herself available for temple service once again. That was impossible now that she had bathed and sanctified her body in preparation of the holy sacrament of matrimony. That life was now behind her. She had a new life ahead. One that she had been waiting some seventy years for.
Disappointed that she wouldn't be able to say her goodbyes, she turned and walked the white limestone halls of her Goddess's Temple and admired the pools and sculptures of Seline. After all, it would be a very long time before she saw these illustrious halls once again!
Her time had almost arrived when she found herself walking down the Temple steps and crossing the courtyard for the entrance only to find Vannic stationed at the entry guard post. She stood there as diligently as ever. Vannic's brightly glowing yellow eyes caught sight of Glenna coming towards her and she smiled radiantly as she hailed, "Priestess Glenna, it is good to see you before your departure!"
"Vannic!" Glenna called out in return as she walked up and gave the Doll a tight hug.
For a doll, Vannic was built remarkably light, resembling the image of the perfect, albeit exotically exaggerated, with silicone breasts even larger than Glenna's already exceptionally large breasts, a waist that was too small, and hips too wide with a buttocks and thighs too thick to be natural. She stood as tall as Glenna, and as a guard of the Temple of the Moon all dolls were built with the appearance of a nottalfar female.
Still, many of them took liberties so as to individualize themselves. Vannic was one of the more conservative dolls guarding the temple. The external shell plating of her body was made of mithril painted a soft creamy white while she preferred her glowing robotic eyes to be yellow. She claimed it was as close to gold as she could get, and her synthetic hair was black, bone straight, and fell down her back to her overly wide and thick buttocks. Since her external plating was mithril, like all the other Temple dolls, she wore no armor and barely any clothing, which made her quite attractive. To keep from oxidizing, she was given a semi-translucent silicate skin which humanized and further feminized and made her look like a naked statue of Seline as she stood at her guard post. The only clothing she was allowed was sandals that lace up to the knee, and each doll carried a shock lance and shield.
"It is so good to see you before I leave," Glenna purred once she released her long time friend.
"So, what takes you away from the Temple this time," Vannic asked in a husky metallic voice.
"Marriage," She answered honestly, "And then I will be leaving Olympia."
"Really," Vannic purred in a congratulatory tone, "Who is the lucky Lord that gets to take you home?"
"Lord Anthiehl Vale of the Valelands from the other side of the Dragon Spine Mountains," Glenna answered, "He entered into negotiations with my mother and paid the bride price. I will be wed to his son, Summerset Vale tonight under Seline's Moon."
"Well, congratulations," Vannic replied as she gave Glenna a hug.
"Thank you, my old friend," Glenna mumbled as they pulled away from each other, then asked, "I think I am going to walk home. Would you mind making sure that my bags are taken to the house ahead of me?"
"Sure I can," Vannic agreed with a nod and smile, "Enjoy your walk."
"Thank you, I will," She chuckled and waved her goodbye as she turned to leave.
As Glenna walked down white limestone streets and admired the white marble and limestone buildings, she was once again amazed at the aesthetic wonder of her people. Single story square buildings were decorated with large porches, grand columns, and elegantly arched gable roofs made of limestone sculpted to resemble log beams and capped with green, blue, or purple ceramic tiles. From street lamps, to bench seats, to metal work fencing, no matter what it was or where it was every piece was gold or coated in gold.
The entire city of Olympia wrapped around the mountain the city was named after. Near the coast, most buildings were just what she saw, large square buildings with large porches and elegantly gabled roofs. The exception was the Temple of the Moon Goddess resides on the northern shore just west of House Elwahain and east of House Moonlilly, and overlooked the Sea of Sylaesh. The College of Seline was thus stationed on the southern city wall near House Greenwood and House Elmaine. The Temple of the Sun God thereby claimed the eastern shore from whence the sun rises on the northern Elfendahl Peninsula near Houses Kinsdaen, Striebell, and Ljosfall; and overlooks the Alun Sound. The College of Marduk was thus built on the western shore overlooking Quillayute river and the Ocean of Ahti. Its supporting Houses were Quillayute, Bogashiel, Hoh, Elk, and Shuwah.
Gazing south toward Mount Olympus, Glenna saw the second Wall of Thrombain. It stood as beautiful and imposing as ever. It stood two hundred feet high and acted as a massive retaining wall to level out the land for thousands of two, three, and four story Household mansions, guilds, and mercantile businesses. The third Wall of Dungeness was nearly half the distance from the second wall as the first was from the coastline. Behind the third wall were tall towers Some of which appeared to be great square cubes of marble and glass that stood from twenty to fifty stories high. Other buildings looked like a four cornered building twisted around its vertical centerpoint, and still others were pairs of two and sometimes four separate buildings that somehow coiled around each other in a seemingly impossible, gravity defying way. Then there were circular towers classically made of pure limestone or marble with large balconies that seemed to stair-step up around the tower until reaching a penthouse at the pentacle with surrounding parapets.
Olympia, the shining white city, the Jewel of Folkvangr, the Green Land of the West. Glenna turned from the sights and looked down the street before her. Every alfari she saw was either golden skinned Ljosalfar with hair in a plethora of shades from platinum blonde to fiery red. Or, and more commonly in the northern and southern quarters where the pale moonlight white skinned Nottalfar with black star-filled orbs and floating midnight hair sprinkled with starlight, colorful nebulae, galactic bands, or galactic clusters. They all walked about in a variety of colorful garb cut from the finest silks, linens, and wools.
Everyone held their heads high and went about their business, keeping to themselves or to the parties they were traveling with. Every citizen was beautiful and rich, or at the least employed. There were no poor people or beggars, they weren't allowed within the walls of Olympia. Among the women, they wore various styles from simple strophium and small loincloths to extravagant corsets with matching loincloths. Others wore tunics while some wore peplos, chitons, or himations showing chest, back, their sides and usually their thighs. Nobles could be spotted easily for they wore purple or scarlet pallas bordered in gold or silver, and colorful stolas banded at the waist with belts, sashes, and girdles of gold, silk, or leather with buckles of silver or gold, and laden with precious and semi-precious gems.
As glamorous as the women of Olympia were, the men were even more so. Many walked about in simple loincloths or tunics, paliums, and togas. The wealthier they were the more glamorously they dressed, and like the women, the more revealing it became until the most confident walked about in nothing more than almost completely transparent diaphanous peplos or togas.
Glenna smiled at the hedonism of her people. As a priestess of Seline she was the pentacle of sensualism. She led the masses in the ways of hedonism, and as such the robes she wore were the most concupiscent. Upon her head, woven into the floating locks of her midnight hair was the moon tiara of Seline. Clasped around her throat was the short white mantle of dedication which draped over her shoulders and fell down to cover her decolletage and the tops of her fully exposed breasts. Below the copious undercurve of her voluminous bosoms she wore a one inch thick sterling silver underwire etched with moons and leafwork connected to a corset of black silk gauze that banded her ribs to her natural waist. From there, upon her hips rode a silver belt with hoops where a matching black silk gauze skirt fell open revealing her sex for any and all to admire, and down her thighs to drag on the limestone below her in a train some five feet long. Around her neck she wore the silver gorget of Seline with the onyx ankh of fertility, and upon each wrist and ankle she wore no less than three bracelets and anklets from which little bells tinkled letting all nearby know they were in the presence of a priestess of Seline.
With purposeful steps, trained in the ways of Seline, she rolled her hips as she walked. Every step jiggling her buttocks and breasts, and little bells chiming delightfully. She was still a mile away from her home when she turned into the gates and walked up onto the porch of the Allurian Inn. Once she crossed the threshold the innkeeper, one Candolain Viscott called to her, "My lady Glenna! How may I help you today?"
"I have heard you may have some rather interesting guests," She retorted affably.
"My lady," Candolain laughed easily as she shook her head, "Every guest I have is interesting…" Glenna laughed along with her as they both looked around the vast common area where patrons sat and ate at tables or found couches and chairs to recline in as they read a book or managed affairs on a 'Sageglass'. Others were speaking softly to themselves until it was discerned that they were conversing with someone on a 'Broadring' wrapped around long pointed ears. Glenna turned back to Candolain only to have the buxom innkeeper wink as she whispered, "At least, that is how I let them feel."
Glenna chuckled as she leaned in closer and whispered, "The ones I am looking for are from across the Dragon's Spine Mountains, from the Valelands. Does that narrow it down for you?"
Candolain's eyes narrowed, though not in prejudice, in her line of work one couldn't afford to be too bigoted. Leaning in close she lowered her voice before answering, "Villralfar? What business does a moon priestess have with them?"
"My business is my own," Glenna answered firmly, but then smiled and explained so as to reduce gossip, "However, I will say they are old acquaintances I have not seen in some seventy years since I was sent to Annwyn to proselytize Seline's majesty."
"I see," Candolain whispered with a knowing, salacious grin, "Made a few friends did we, while out and abouts. Well, apparently you made an impression. They have been rooming here for the last three months. They're an interesting lot, they are. Much more conservative dressers than us local folk, with all their green and brown wool and leather. But, I have to say their animals are the most beautiful and healthy creatures I have ever seen. You can tell they care for them well. Not many Animal traders I see treat theirs better."
"Candolain," Glenna interrupted.
"Hmm," She asked, not realizing she was rambling in her gossip.
"What rooms are they occupying? I would like to stop in and greet them after such a long time," Glenna asked and explained.
"Oh! Um, well, they are in room one-hundred and eight and one-hundred and seven," She answered at once. The senior gentleman and his harem are in room eight, and the son and his female Animal… friends… are in seven."
"I see, thank you Candolain," Glenna purred with a smile before turning and whisking off to the hallway leading to the rooms.
As soon as she turned the corner and no one could see her, she wrapped one arm around her pendulous breasts and she ran. Her little bare feet slapped against the marble floors and her hair, usually a uniform black flame above her head some four feet in length, was pulled out behind her as if the gentle flame had been assaulted by gusts of wind. In moments she traversed the length of the corridor and stood in front of the door she had long coveted to see, then suddenly seventy years of anticipation and anxiety was upon her!
So many nights she had cried herself to sleep from worry that the one she loved had forgotten her. So many patrons she had imagined to be him, and now, here he was!
With bated breath she held up a shaking hand before the door. Gathering her resolve she curled her fingers into a fist and knocked…
The room was quiet…
She was beginning to think that Candolain had given her the wrong room when she suddenly heard the door knob jiggle and turn, it opened, and standing just inside was Summerset Vale…