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This story has been cowritten with a fellow author, whose work you have seen in the Exorcism story.

It is also a part of the A Matter of Faith and Discipline on Holy Grounds continuity. The setting is similar to my overall setting of Lustia, but all of the stories mentioned were written before I properly decided on some elements of Lustia, so I am going to hold off from declaring they are in the same setting.

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It had been a trying week for the church of the Guiding Light, due to the pair of intruders that stole a major artifact and the absence of everyone sent after them.

Their absence meant that other duties in the church had to deal with being short staffed.

One of those short staffed areas was the vault, where many cursed objects lied, and this was the reason that Ingrid, one of the temple’s best curse breakers, was accompanied by a fresh acolyte rather than another experienced curse breaker.

Ingrid Darklight, one of the best curse breakers of the Church of the Guiding Light, felt worried. This hasn’t been a very good week for the church, that much she knew. It was for that reason that Ingrid accepted the help from the Acolyte who has been instructed to be with her.

Though she’d have preferred someone with more… experience, there was strength in numbers and she had hopes for Thalia. “How are you feeling?” She asked as they were beginning to near their destination.

The younger priestess walked alongside Ingrid, trying to appear serene, but failing to hide her nervousness.

“It will be fine, I’m sure! We can break whatever curse lay before us in seconds!” She proclaimed.

The elder Priestess smiled a bit, recalling when she first began as a Priestess heself. She certainly got an easier assignment than this, that was for sure. Still, she didn’t want Thalia to be too confident.

“Confidence is a fine thing.” Ingrid said soothingly. “However, you must remain vigilant. We may be successful in breaking the curse immediately, but it is better for the two of us to prepare for combat. Better to be safe than sorry.”

“R-right.” Thalia nodded, the mood growing subdued. “I will keep that in mind. Still! I’m sure it will be fine.”

The pair walked through the vault’s heavy doors, entering it, passing shelves after shelves of potentially dangerous artifacts until they finally reached the one they were meant to be working on.

It looked like a simple, golden statuette at first glance – a base, from which a hand extended. The hand connected the base to a head by covering its mouth.

To the left (from the head’s perspective) was another face, connected by touching the other head, which had its eyes closed, and one covered by a hand stretching up into nothingness.

To the right, connected by the heads touching, was a face resting on its side, with another golden hand covering its ear.

Ingrid nodded at Thalia’s words. She accepted the girl’s optimism, it was the very thing that helped many Priestess’ throughout their lives after all, so she didn’t say anything else after that, content to let the silence reign as they eventually entered the vault, with Ingrid taking a note of the dangerous artifacts, and finally stared at the idol.

Ingrid frowned, before looking at Thalia one last time. “Tell me, are you ready?” She asked, her hands lighting up with Light Magic, but not yet beginning the plan.

“Y-yeah! I am! Let’s purify this thing!” She nodded rapidly. “No way some three faces or whatever can stop us!” Her own hands light up as well as she waits for the instructions to start.

“Alright, let us begin.” Ingrid said with a smile, before closing her eyes. “Now, cast your light magic on the item. Remember, it will try to trick, seduce, and trap you. It will do anything in its power to stop you from exorcising it. Do not believe its lies.” She said, before… she dis as she stated.

Thalia followed suit, striking the curse with her own power.

The idol, or rather the curse within, reacted immediately.

Arms began to manifest around them, trying to push their hands over the mouths, ears, and eyes of the priestesses.

Eyes still closed, Ingrid used her magic to push the arms away from her. Even when they did manage to reach her, her light magic is strong enough to drown out whatever voice or action may be attempted. Instead, she focused on the Idol, and exorcising it, as was her duty.

She could sense through the pressure against her magic that more and more arms were appearing.

From beside her, Thalia continued her own spells as well, chanting to help herself focus.

Ingrid took a deep breath as she continued on with her prayer. It helped her block out most of the pressure, thus allowing her to focus more on exorcising the cursed object. However, she was only able to do this because of her extensive training and experiences. She only hoped Thalia would be able to do the same.

But even with her efforts, she could slowly feel the hands of the idol inexorably inching closer and closer with every casibom moment.

It took her a moment to notice something is wrong, because she knew none of the hands reached her yet, and the pulses of divine energy from Thalia’s direction were coming as expected, but her chant had changed.

Whereas before, it consisted of praising the mercy and benevolence and power of the Guiding Light, now it was praising some ‘golden idol’. It didn’t take a genius to notice what idol she might be speaking of.

It didn’t take long for Ingrid to notice what just happened, but she didn’t let despair break her heart. Though Thalia clearly fell, for now Ingrid knew what to do. Rather than solely focusing on the Idol, she now extended her light to Thalia as well, attempting to push off the corruption on her.

When her power reached the woman, however, she found her to be mostly fine.

The hands have reached her already, clamping over her eyes, ears, and mouth, and some reaching for her breasts, and she seemed to be wavering a little, but the corruption didn’t seem to have set in.

And yet the wrong chant continued, with Thalia seemingly oblivious to it.

With a frown on her face, Ingrid lighted up her magic even more, attempting to burn the hands of her Fellow Priests. Taking on an even brighter Colour, signifying that it is meant to be more protective and to catch her attention, whilst still attempting to split her focus on the idol. Of course, though she was skilled, this meant that some of her attention was diverted from the Idol, but not much.

The moment the hand over Thalia’s mouth was burned away, the chant returned to what it should have been.

The hands reaching for Thalia stopped their actions and changed their intents, hoping to achieve something before they were burned away.

As such, all hands except one were dissolved, but the one remaining managed to deliver a harsh slap to Thalia’s ass before disintegrating as well.

And then the idol attempted to punch a hand through to Ingrid’s eyes again, forsaking all other efforts.

Ingrid felt the presences around Thalia, and the elder Priestess felt herself relax, her body sagging in relief as she heard the proper chant. Finally, she thought to herself. She went to return to her chant, before she felt… the idol punched the hand through her magic, landing on her eyes, caught off guard by this gambit as she was too busy helping Thalia.

The hand slowed just before her eyes, gently landing on her face.

Suddenly, she saw, despite her eyes being closed.

Before her stood the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

She was tall, her long, wavy hair flowing in the wind, caressing her nude body as her pale skin glistened in the dancing firelight, her hips and chest bouncing and jiggling delightfully with every breath.

She took a step toward Ingrid, and gave her a dazzling smile as she reached out to her.

The Elder Priestess felt her body flush at the sight of the smile. It was a truly beautiful, dazzling one, and her breath hitched for a moment. In truly was a magnificent sight… but Ingrid was one who had plenty of experience and knowledge, and as the woman reached out her hands, Ingrid began chanting once more, the prayer, stronger, faster…

And the idol noted her resistance.

The two hands left her closed eyes, plunging her into darkness once more, and then managed to grab hold of Ingrid’s chest, skillfully groping and kneading it before being disintegrated by her magic.

The moment the hand went away, many more formed, and once more headed for Thalia.

Ingrid opened her eyes as she forced the pleasure away, though it lingered for a few more seconds. She looked to her side and she once again split her attention, however this time, there was less attention on Thalia, and more on destroying and subduing the curse on the idol.

It seemed like the two were starting to make progress, though Thalia ended up once more beset by the hands.

She had them across her eyes and ears and mouth, again, corrupting her chant, but also slapping her butt and fondling her chest.

In a fit of desperation, she once again flared her magic as much as possible. Ingrid felt the strain take hold on her, but she pushed on through, wishing to save the younger Priestess. If this didn’t work… The only thing she could do was fully focus on the hands.

But, once again, the hands withdrew from everywhere except her mouth, giving her a solid smack across the ass, squeezing her tits, and running along her bottom lips, eliciting a startled moan from the junior priestess.

And then it committed to its offensive against Ingrid again, this time not trying to corrupt her with visions of beauty, but heading for her mouth and for her body, seeking to instead corrupt her with the pleasures of the flesh.

There was a quiet grunt as she felt the offensive begin against her once more. Her walls held, for a time, before the barrier was bypassed. She allowed them Casibom slot oyunları a few moments as she forced her thoughts together, and eventually concentrated on both the Idol and her fellow Priestess again, though this time, she once more focused on the Idol, realising at this point, she has to get rid of the curse on the Idol… or else.

As the hands reached her, and her focus turned to the Idol, they went to work.

First they stripped her, her clothes ending as tattered rags on the floor, and then two of them slapped her ass, one cheek each.

As the hands withdrew from Thalia, only the one on her mouth lingering for a momenty Thalia grunted. “We have to focus on the idol! If we keep stopping to deal with the hands, it will wear us down!”

At this point, the hands withdrew again, and headed for Thalia again.

The elder Priestess opened her eyes and saw the hands rushing towards Thalia. The assault on her wasn’t too bad, but it was… pleasurable, which was the last thing she wanted to experience at this moment. She had a choice to make between Thalia and the Idol and… She chose to focus on the Idol, directing all her focus on it, hoping to get rid of it quickly.

The idol focused all its efforts on Thalia after that, presumably hoping to deal with her first, and then focus on Ingrid.

The hands once more reached her, covering her eyes, ears, and mouth.

Beyond that, however, their more erotic actions grew bolder.

They once more spanked her and then groped her ass, gently fondled her breasts, rubbed her thighs and cheeks, grabbed her neck – not firmly enough to choke, just enough to invoke the feeling of being choked, and ran their fingers along her spine.

The elder grit her teeth, but she flared her aura as much as she could, intent on destroying the idol. It washed over the Idol, and her power flared enough to help Thalia a bit, but despite that, most of her focus was clearly on the idol, desiring to complete her mission.

And the gold started to flake a little.

While it meant (mostly) abandoning Thalia to her fate, it was working. The only question was if it would work fast enough.

In response to her assault, however, the idol stepped up its own offensive on Thalia, its hands pinching her nipples and rubbing her slit.

The elder priestess did her best to drown out the noises. As regretful as she was, she powered through, and instead fully endeavored to focus on exorcising the wretched idol. The Idol was based off a twisted form of pleasure, as such, Ingrid thought of the more heavenly thoughts of pleasure. Both of sex, and of the normal, day-to-day pleasures one may receive as time pass, a direct contrast to the sinful pleasure the Idol perpetuated.

Like every time she thought such thoughts during an exorcism, she didn’t know if her thoughts on the idol’s opposite achieved anything or not. She kept on thinking them anyway, having faith they were helpful.

Thalia moaned, louder and louder, interrupting her chant, as the fingers rubbed her pussy incessantly before parting her bottom lips and slipping inside, feeling up her folds.

Ingrid closed her eyes, knowing this was up to her now, Her aura flared up, continously focusing on the Idol, doing her best to not let Thalia’s moans distract her and get to her.

The hand on Thalia’s mouth let go, instead prying it open and sticking its fingers inside.

The hand on her pussy bent her forward, and then pistoned in and out of her snatch.

As all this happened, more gold flaked off the idol.

Seeing the gold flake off was good, and now that she was fully uninterrupted, she continued praying, harder, more fervently than she ever did before, wanting to save Thalia from as much pleasure as she possibly could, and to exorcise this idol as quick as she can.

And it seemed to be going so well.

Until Thalia’s moans turned to begging, and then a scream as she climaxed.

Power stopped pouring out of her, as she turned to Ingrid, her eyes and ears still covered, but all the other hands having withdrawn and heading for Ingrid as well.

The idol flaked even more, approaching its end, and it was a race to see if Ingrid would break before it did.

Ingrid saw what happened, and the loud orgasm as her fellow Priestess climaxed. Determined to be victorious, she thought of all she has achieved, and she poured all her power into it.

The hands approached, and struck.

Over her mouth, over her eyes, over her ears.

She immediately saw the same woman from before, but this time, she could hear her speak.

“Why bother holding on to reason? You are just denying yourself pleasure, dear.” She asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

It was harder to see the progress of the idol’s destruction so distinctly, now, but it was progressing apace.

The Elder Priestess frowned, uncaring of the words that were thrown at her. She knew the concern was fake, however there was no doubt about Casibom hakkında the pleasure being real. Still, she didn’t give up, and instead continued to diligently focus on her prayer.

The woman approached, her soft hands gently caressing Ingrid’s chin, and this time, she felt hands on her chin, too.

“Please, simply give in. It will feel so much better – for both of us!”

Ingrid didn’t give in. She didn’t want to give into the pleasure, she did her best to shut out the words. The pleasure was there, it always was, but she wouldn’t be the one to be defeated this day. This, she vowed. After all, she needs to save Thalia, and accomplish her mission.

She could sense more damage being inflicted to the idol, so her efforts were clearly working.

At the same time, the woman leaned in, letting go of her chin and instead fondling her breasts – which, again, she felt.

Ingrid could feel the beginning of moans come out of her lips, but she clenched down. The fondling of her breasts caused her pleasure, especially since she was quite sensitive, but she nevertheless did her best to ignore it, and continue chanting against the idol.

There was a pause, and then the woman leaned against her far more aggressively, kissing her.

But the body pressed against her did not fit the woman.

Rather, it seemed more like Thalia’s to the touch.

Ingrid froze up for a few moments, shocked, and there was a momentary lapse in her praying, but then it began once more. Stronger, more passionate, fuelled by wanting to save Thalia from the clutches of the Idol.

The voice changed, now sounding like Thalia, as a hand grabbed her pussy.

It felt soft and warm, in contrast to the cold metal of the Idol.

Many more hands descended, spanking and groping and choking and pulling Ingrid’d hair, these ones as cold as she came to expect.

But the idol was almost gone. Just a little more and she would be victorious.

Ingrid felt her legs shiver slightly, before taking a deep breath. The sensations continued, almost a desperation to them, desiring nothing more than to take her attention away from her prayer, to focus on it.

She could feel her body responding, growing wet with each pull they did on her hair, but she ignored it. Her focus was on only one thing, and that was the destruction of the idol.

And, as the hands treated her rougher and rougher, the spanks undoubtedly leaving handprints, her nipples being stretched and pulled, the idol disintegrated bit by bit.

Until all the sensations crescendoed, and the idol’s presence stopped.

Ingrid’s vision went dark again, as it should be with her eyes closed.

The feeling of Thalia’s skin against her own refused to go away, though.

Ingrid relaxed. She was happy that the presence was finally gone, before realising that Thalia was still leaning against her. She opened her eyes, and quickly pulled away, looking at her fellow priestess, confused.

“Thalia, what are you doing? Are you still unwell?” She asked softly.

“Oh? Oh, no. I feel better than ever.” She smiled.

It was a genuine smile, and it didn’t feel malicious in any way. More so mischievous.

“But now that the idol is dealt with, you do deserve a reward!” She giggled, and then tried to start rubbing Ingrid’s crotch again, just like she did before.

The elder Priestess wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, the pleasure was good, and Thalia clearly was in control of her actions this time around. The Idol was returned to its complete iron statuette material. It was truly Thalia. Yet, at the same time, there was a pang of hesitance there, and she reached forward, stopping Thalia. “I… Thank you for your eagerness Thalia, but not yet. I appreciate you wanting to show you happiness, but… I want you to take a step back. You were possessed, I want to make sure you are well, first.”

Thalia paused, confused. “Huh? Why do you think I wouldn’t be fine?” She asked, curious.

“The Idol. It may have had negative effects on you. Make you do things you wouldn’t want to do in other circumstances, or may make you feel ashamed later.” Ingrid explained slowly, gently even.

“Uhh… Okay?” She blinked. “Wait. Do you think I’m trying to give you a reward because I am affected by the idol still?”

After a few moments, Ingrid eventually replied. “To an extent. The corruption itself is mostly gone, but there might be some effects that we are unaware of, deep inside. Corruption… they can change people, in many different ways.” She explained.

“Aww, man! But you look really pent up!” Thalia pouted.

There was a pause from Ingrid, before a smile. “Tell you what, once you got yourself checked out and everything turns out fine, we can have our fun. Sounds fair?”

“Fine. But you have to find someone to help you get some more relief, okay?” Thalia demanded.

Ingrid smiled, giving Thalia a small nod. “Alright, sounds good, I’ll be sure to cave to your demands little one.” She teased slightly, ruffling her hair playfully with a smile.

“Sure, sure. I’ll be asking around to make sure you made good on your end of this deal!” Thalia tried to put pressure on Ingrid.

“You do that, so will I.” Ingrid said with a gentle smile. “If you’ll be a good girl, I’ll be sure when we have our fun, you’ll have such pleasure that you’ll be blown away from it.”

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