[A/N: Sorry for the late guys, I was a bit sick. Anyways, 6 advance chapters in patreon (✪_✪)
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It felt strangely good to have a blanket draped over my shoulders, covering my tits and ass from prying eyes. I was looking forward to proper clothes.
Wait, would they offer me pants if I asked for them? There were some weirdly intense sexist undertones in this backwards society. Would they insist on putting me in a dress, for me to be a 'proper' lady? I didn't know how I'd feel about wearing a dress. Despite technically being female now, the idea of dressing and acting feminine just felt wrong to me.
I'd worry about that when the time came. What I really missed, and what I was really looking forward to getting, was some shoes.
We'd been walking barefoot through spiky twigs and pokey rocks all day long, from morning till dusk. My feet had been healed a couple times already, along with the rest of my body, but they were, once again, starting to hurt pretty bad. They were probably all torn up again. I'd have to get Chloe to kiss them better before bed.
There wasn't much to see inside the town. It was night now, the stars were out in the sky, and the streets were fully dark. In a larger city, perhaps there would be some sort of street light system, either lanterns or maybe some sort of magical equivalent for electric lighting, but that was clearly too much of a luxury for a small town like this. We passed a few wandering townsfolk dressed like medieval farmers and tradespeople, but for the most part, we were the only ones walking the streets this time of night.
The buildings were mostly wood, with mortar and cobblestone foundations. None of the windows I could see had glass, but most of them had wooden shutters the occupants could close at night. Streets were narrow, and the buildings were tall, two or three stories high, and tightly packed together like townhouses. Space inside the town's outer wall probably came at a premium.
The church, or temple, was the first purely stone building in the town I'd seen. The peak of its roof was an entire story taller than the rest of the town's buildings. It wasn't all that impressive compared to Earth's fancy gothic cathedrals, but it was a noticeable step up in fanciness from the surrounding buildings.
The temple was built in a fancier part of town, surrounded by impressive mansions on all sides. It sat on a large plot of land, with a small graveyard and various other buildings sharing the land with the temple itself. We didn't go into the temple-proper. Instead, the priest, Father Jordan, led us into a large, three story, wooden mansion along the rear edge of the lot. It was the church rectory, he explained, a home for all the acolytes, clergy and any other church officials that came to town.
Currently there were two other [Priests] and ten or so acolytes living there.
When we entered the rectory house, the priest led us to some sort of cozy drawing room.
There were a series of soft squishy couches, a table in the center, and a cold fireplace with some firewood stacked and ready inside. The priest took some sort of rune inscribed wand from the fireplace mantle and pointed it at the logs. With a shimmer of fire magic, a spark caught on the wood and started to grow into a warm fire.
We sat down on the couch. Lysander and Emi were squished in the middle with Maddie and me on the outer sides. Ash sat alone in a padded chair next to us. Chloe, our naked, nervous, and newly enslaved elf, knelt on the floor at my feet, between my knees and facing away from me. Her wrists were still bound together in front of her with chains, and things would stay that way until we officially assumed ownership of her. She gently leaned against the inner side of my leg, seeking a bit of reassurance from my touch. I gently pet her head and she let out a soft coo of pleasure.
"Adam, Ethan," the priest called out. "Come down, we have some guests."
There were soft padding footsteps from upstairs, and two boys came down, entering the drawing room. They wore similar white robes to the priest, though I could see that their version was a simpler cut, with less adornment. They were clearly beneath the priest in rank, some sort of acolyte, or altar boy equivalent.
Both boys had blue eyes and smooth blond hair. They gave off slightly effeminate vibes, and I mentally catalogued them as 'pretty' rather than 'handsome.' They both looked to be brothers. The eldest looked to be in his late teens, just barely legal. I had to admit he looked kind of cute to my new body's tastes.
The younger boy was an adolescent, looking to be around Emi's apparent age.
The younger boy looked at us with innocent curiosity, likely wondering who these half-naked weirdos showing up on their doorstep were. The older one blushed a bright red when he noticed that none of us girls had clothes on under our blankets. Feeling saucy, I loosened my grip on my blanket a little bit, giving the young gentleman a flash of my modest cleavage and thighs while still hiding the good bits from view.
As I'd hoped, his eyes locked onto my body, and he blushed even redder. I smiled, and suppressed the urge to cackle. Behold the power of the female body, mortal! Was I giving him an awkward and untimely boner beneath his robes? Good! My dark work is complete.
Muahaha!
Did I want to help him with that boner later? Hmm… perhaps. I was starting to accept the idea that this body might be bisexual, even if I still felt more comfortable with females for now. I wanted to experiment to see if I could properly enjoy a male partner, and an innocent scrawny choir boy would be a bit less intimidating a partner than mountain-man Ash.
Father Jordan gestured to us, "Trindon the Merciful has called upon us to grant succor to these poor penniless travelers. He calls us to nourish their bodies and provide safety from the beasts of the night."
"Yes Father," the boys both replied.
"Is there any stew left?" Father Jordan asked.
"Yes Father, shall we heat it up and serve some for our guests?" the eldest boy, Adam, asked.
"Yes," Father Jordan replied. "And perhaps mix up some gruel for their slave too."
"Yes Father," the boys bowed, and walked away to the kitchen on the other side of the house.
"Wow, thank you for the hospitality," Maddie said appreciatively.
"Indeed," Lysander agreed.
"I am only following the teachings of Trindon, but you're very welcome," the priest replied.
"Now then, let me get your slave's paperwork ready before we all get too tired."
The priest got up and left us to our own devices in the drawing room.
"Dibs on the choir boy," Maddie whispered across the couch.
"What?" I hissed back, "I was going to go for him, maybe…"
"You? Thought you didn't like dicks…" Maddie replied.
"Leave the boy alone, you still owe me a blowjob," Ash grumbled quietly at Maddie.
"Oh right…" Maddie tapped her chin. "Pssh… That's only gonna take like, five minutes though."
"You're sounding confident…" Ash grinned. "I'll have you know, I have sixteen endurance."
"I don't think the stat means that kind of endurance," Emi said.
"Oh come on, how hard could sucking a dick be? Macho as you may be, you're still technically a virgin. For your first time, five minutes is generous." Maddie replied.