Chapter 14 - Lost and Found

The High Priestess squirmed in her seat, eyes rolling into the back of her head., her lips quivering into a smile; the small slug of slime crawled deeper into her cervix. She pulled back her hood with a shaking hand, strands of light green hair bouncing as she shook in place. No matter how many times the slime filled her it always felt like the first; those decrepit passages would always be her home. Just under her freshly pressed robes thick cum soaked her black-laced panties; no matter her station, she was the same little whore. Her fingers moved towards her clit, flicking it with abandon as the glob of goo grew warmer against her walls. She convulsed a few more times in her chair, hands clenching her oaken desk, her pussy throbbed in sweet release. Fingers coated in a mixture of discharge and purple slime she cleaned them with a proper sucking. Sarah let out a deep sigh; back to work. 
 
  
The elven priestess paced down the cloister, she could sense that new guest had arrived, hopefully they had been welcomed properly. She had learned all types of things since making her way back here, all that time ago. Colifal had become a prosperous town under her guidance, especially during the summer and fall months. Fifteen years, had it really been that long? As she entered the chapel she stopped to admire the stained-glass windows, they had only been installed two years before and still looked quite majestic. Well maintained pews were filled every day of worship, the violet carpet that stretched down the middle never sullied; it was truly a site to admire, the fruits of her labor.
 
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Loran and Siena had been led on a tour, shown all that the small industrious town had to offer. Grace and Elirial had been leading them for almost an hour now, the twins childishly bouncing off one another’s points when describing the settlement. Siena tolerated their behavior, simply following along as a willing participant. Loran seemed impatient; this was leading nowhere. 
 
“So, who exactly does your priestess commune with”, Siena spoke up, trying to slowly pry the truth from the young lasses. Her expression was calm and polite, she walked with her fingers intertwined; an angelic front.
 
Elirial whispered into Grace’s ear, trying not to chuckle. “Let me speak El!”, Grace was trying to stifle her own laughter and remain serious. “We worship a kind and noble spirit, he lives deep below the earth, sustaining us all with his own life”, she spoke proudly.
 
Loran’s eyes squinted in suspicion, “An earth elemental”? He was trying to follow their train of thought. 
 
“No, not an elemental, more so a god”, Elirial was walking backwards as she spoke, primarily to face the two, also to show her overjoyed expression. To her this entity was as real as the trees or the wind, she could feel it in her bones. This sentiment gave both the travelers a great deal of concern. 
 
Grace stopped suddenly, as if someone were calling to her, “Can we catch up with you two later”? Her demeanor remained entirely casual and relaxed, “I just remembered that me and sis’ have to run a few errands, if that’s ok with you”? Her sister made a slight frown before shrugging her shoulders, “There is an inn just west of the chapel, Dragon’s Keep? If you wait there we can resume shortly”!
 
Loran glanced at his traveling partner, he need no words to share his concern. Siena spoke in a calm tone, “That sounds like an excellent idea”. She unknitted her fingers, placing her hands on the straps of her bag. “I am quite exhausted already, and I believe that my companion could use the rest as well”. 
 
The two girls curtsied before disappearing into a busy street, blending in with a crowd of happy and busy faces. 
 
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They were seated now, having walked into the relatively empty tavern. “I don’t like it, at all”, Loran peeked over his shoulder, making sure that no one was in ear shot. “You don’t have to like it young sir, but you need to wait”, her eyes were serious and still. “Right now, we can only trust each other, and running our mouths will only get us in deep trouble”, she brushed strands of her hair behind her pointed ears, “sit tight and wait until we meet this priestess, we’ll make our next move from there”. He hated when she talked to him as if he were her child, but deep down knew that she was right. He looked around the inn, bothered by its unalarming nature; its abnormality was its normality. He needed time to think. 
 
“Perhaps you should speak with her, gather more information”, Loran was growing slightly impatient, “we’ll cover more ground that way”. He wanted the truth, and this game of cloak-and-no-dagger was really getting on his nerves. She looked at him with a motherly glance, a nonverbal lecturing, as if he had stood up for himself for the very first time. “Do you really feel that that’s the best course of action”? She was amused, did her young friend no longer need her? He was headstrong, and it didn’t help their search had been relatively straightforward until now. “Perhaps it is, you could discover more from her, given your previous experiences”. He was right about that, Loran would have a hard time assessing the priest actual intentions; knights of his house knew very little of spiritual matters. He was a man of steel, not sorcery and gods; her expertise was the priestess, she’d read this town’s leader like an open book.
 
“Well, this establishment looks secure enough, do make sure a troll doesn’t ransack the place while I’m out”. She would give him some space, perhaps he’d even learn something while she was gone. The elf maiden climbed out of her chair, courteously pushing it back in.
 
“When we find them, my uncle, and your daughter; or at least learn what happened to them, what next”? He looked at her with concerned eyes, they were so close now; what would they do when they had the truth? It had bothered him ever since they had reached the last stretch of their journey.
 
“We live our lives”, she matched his stare, then smiled.
 
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The chapel was empty, but Siena could hear faint chanting below, she couldn’t quite place her finger on it; perhaps choral practice? This place was well maintained, presumably filled by a boisterous congregation during scheduled gatherings. The elf ran her fingers along the stone wall, recent construction; she had visited all manner of religious grounds, which god did this temple appease? The stained glass was magnificent, yet off-putting. An armor-clad figure, wielding a blade of fire, he was accompanied by white-robed women on both sides. Fire and blades were never good signs, never symbols the peaceful gods.
 
“Hello”, a voice came from the shadows of the dimly lit church, it was sultry and sweet, “how can I assist you”? 
 
Siena turned from the stain glassed, ready to cross-examine the priestess, but when she saw her face, she froze. From the darkness the elf maiden emerged, violet eyes flickering with dark intentions. 
 
“Vir’iel”? Siena spoke uttered, her whole body now trembling. 
 
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Loran was still waiting for service; the once quiet bar was now eerily silent.  Perhaps he had been too harsh on Siena, as rushing her away surely hadn’t expedited her progress, they weren’t far from the bar; what could be taking so long? He took off his helmet and began combing through his short blonde hair; they were close, he could feel it in his bones. He glanced down to the floor, Mother Astara his boots were dirty, this chase had made him forget his manners. Something caught his eye, slowly creeping from the cracks of the floorboard; Was that slime, the thick gelatin squeezed from below?
 
His thought process was interrupted by the sound of the tavern’s door opening abruptly, he turned his head to catch a glance of the visitor. His eyes widened. 
 
She was tall and voluptuous, her body barely bound by the completely normal attire; even her standard length black dress accentuated her curves. Loran tried not to stare too long, he could see that she was grinning now; she’d caught him. The woman walked behind the counter, reaching down for an apron; did she own this place? Even though the bar was virtually empty she walked with such calmness and pride, as if this were the busiest day the establishment had ever seen.
 
Loran snapped out of his short daze, “Is there anything to drink in this fine establishment”? He spoke with bravado in his voice, trying to sound more mature and collected, even though he was barely a day over twenty. His time on the road offered him little time for fraternization, let alone with someone of the opposite sex in his age-bracket.
 
She grinned, using a single finger to tilt her glasses; she wanted a better look at the young knight. “Just give me a minute hon’”, with two hands she quickly tied her auburn hair into a short pony tail; her brown eyes had a spark of fire behind them. “My name is Astrid, what’ll it be”?


