Chapter 15 - Vir'iel

“Vir’iel” – My Beloved One
 
  
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“Hello mother, I’m so glad you could pass through, especially as we near one of our most holy of occasions”, her voice was calm and soft, but with a tinge of sarcasm; yet some of what she said was sincere.
 
“Vir’iel, I-I-“,Siena tried to speak, but the words escaped her.
 
“What worries you so? Are you surprised to see that your daughter has taken up the cloth such as you once did”, Sarah did a slight twirl, whimsically showing off her long white robes; The back was embroidered with a symbol, a purple coil. She smiled as she faced her mother again, it was genuine, that’s what made it off-putting. 
 
“W-when I heard you were on the road, and that you’d gone missing, I-“
 
“Please do stop”. Siena made a small frown, but not because she felt anger or disappointment. “I know why you left me, and it makes sense now; all the anger I ever felt was washed away when I found my own calling, no need to beg”. She placed her hands on her heart, then slowly slid them down her stomach and to her hips. Siena was confused, by all of it. The older elf tried to find something to lean on, anything to keep her from collapsing onto the floor. 
 
“When you left, I was but a babe. My entire childhood, and subsequent adult life, I knew that I was different from those around me; I'd never met another elf. I was so isolated in that small hamlet that it wasn’t until my adoptive mother’s passing, that I realized who I was; who you are”, Sarah paced towards the alter, continuing her monologue. “The thing about being an elf, especially when isolated from your own kind, is that by the time you become a young adult almost everyone you know is already dead”. She placed her hands on the furthest pew, staring into nothing; her face had grown serious.
 
“My daughter, Vir’iel, try to understand… I knew that, but a child and single woman on the road”? Siena was trying to plead to her now, tears were forming in her amber eyes. “It was suicide, or worse”.
 
“Please mother, let me finish”, she walked back towards the altar. “I grew to envy humans, for their ability to live these humble lives, and honestly I wanted to settle down myself; become a mother of sorts”. She smiled, glaring back at the stained-glass. 
 
“This is not the way to becoming a mo-“, Siena realized that this talk was going nowhere good.
 
“I beg of you, grant me this one wish”, she was sincerely pleading with Siena now, “Stop talking”. She gave her a smile, but her mother knew she was dead serious. 
 
“I became a mother, to this town’s inhabitants, to my own daughters; You’ve met them, haven’t you?”, she tilted her head, having her share of fun with the irony. 
 
Siena feared the worst, but had not actualized it fully, “The father”?
 
“Living, but indisposed much of the time, and before you ask; no, he’s not a demon. Your little girl was never that foolish”. She sat down now, in a pew facing the opposite direction, she’d let her mother speak.
 
“Vir’iel-“
 
“Sarah, that was the name my parents gave me”. She corrected her.
 
“Sarah, please, you must forgive my shock. I believed that you’d been killed, or worse”.
 
“And I would’ve been, had it not been for the master. Oops, bad word”. She grinned from her seat, knowing that wordage would set her mother off. 
 
“Master”? Siena could feel the lightning building in her veins; she had been correct! Some evil entity was responsible, she would make things right; Free her Vir'iel!
 
“Yes, he saved us all really, you too”. 
 
“W-what?” Siena took pause to this thought.
 
“Before I found him, I hated you; everyday I hated you”. She wasn’t upset, yet tears began to run down her cheeks. “Your memory, your hypocritical nature, everything about you drove me mad. So, I took to the roads, praying to the divine that I would one day find you; perhaps not to kill you, but really give you a piece of my mind. I'd have laid into you, called you a whore and monster, all the things I had feared I'd become. Your indecision, cowardice even, to not face the reality that you had a daughter, to run into the arms of some convent? I despised your very breath. Even as I died, in that cave, oh so long ago.”, she wiped the tears from her face with one brush of the sleeve.
 
Siena was now sobbing on her knees, tears falling into the violet carpet below; she had not known the extent of this anger.
 
“But I forgive you. As I forgive all my transgressors. There is no need now to feel such pain and sorrow. I know you are no longer of the faith, but I ask; no, beg, that you take communion with me. I want you to be in my life, in your family’s life, to watch this place flourish. This is your second chance mom.”, the maiden peeked from the pews, making a small comforting smile. 
 
Siena removed her hands from her face, tears still rolling down her cheeks; all the anger that had swelled up had dissipated. 
 
“What do you say, mother”?
 
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Astrid leaned in close from the other side of the table, her cleavage freely exposing itself before Loran. She was engaged by his story, one of his clan and his travels. She had taken off her apron and let her hair down some time ago, as the two were alone, drinking almost as friends do.
 
“So why here, of all places, if he had been here it would have been a decade and a half ago”. She leaned back in her seat, eyes focused on the warrior’s face, she was doing well to examine him, his behaviors. The boy was so much like him.
 
Loran was staring into his drink now, the cheerful conversation of before turning quite somber. “He left us, as did my father, 15 years ago”, he was trapped in another time now, “Our family had been struggling with its identity, trying to decide what it would be known for”. The warrior paused to take a drink, resuming shortly after. “Father and Roland left to restore honor to our name, as adventures; not as knights or sell swords. They believed we could be known as more than vandals in disguise, excused in the name of chivalry, but obviously they never returned. I would come to know my father’s fate only years later, as he had been slain by a pack of orcs in the northern mountains; My uncles always eluded me. Mother passed a year ago from some strange and unforeseen illness, but she passed peacefully”. He stifled a tear, trying not to dwell on what had already been lost. 
 
Astrid felt something she hadn’t in a long time, shame; shame for playing a part in keeping this boy's uncle away for so long. She herself was beginning to cry, she hadn’t known this much about Roland’s family; he seldomly spoke of them when they traveled, perhaps for their sake.
 
“You poor young man, it must’ve been so hard”, she wiped her eyes, breast jiggling as she rubbed the streaks of tears from her face. Loran was distracted now, trying to maintain his calm. She stood up from her chair and walked towards him, arms stretched wide.
 
“Come here, let poor Astrid give you a hug”, she pressed into him unexpectedly, it all happening so fast that he was in shock; unable to respond. His head was now caught between her blessed bosom, he didn’t know whether to push her away or inhale deeply. They were supple yet firm, were her nipples erect as well? He saw no wrong in waiting a second or ten; he could feel his cock slowly rising below. She ran her fingers through his hair gently, trying to console him, Astrid would try to make things all right.
 
Regaining his composure, he gently brushed her away. “I-I’m sorry, I should not have saddened you so”, he was blushing now. The witchy woman stepped back, placing her hands on her wide hips, tapping a finger against the dress’s fabric. Astrid was smiling now, her eyes glimmering with pure happiness as she watched him attempt to collect himself. It had reminded her of her life as an adventurer, those many years ago. He was a spiiting image, save the hair color, she coin feel her ovaries aching now.
 
“You remind me of him”, the ex-witch casually walked towards the bar, plump ass swaying behind her.
 
Embarrassment transformed into concern as he noticed her wordage, and then quickly into seriousness. 
 
“Him”?
 
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Siena had been blindfolded, led into some compartment of the church building. She was confused, a tinge of fear spreading through her body, but she desperately wished to reconnect with her daughter; the passage was warm and narrow. The sounds from earlier grew louder; it seems that it wasn’t chanting. Siena blushed, as much as she could, as the sounds from this under croft sounded more like moaning. She wanted to rip away her blindfold, summon the ire of her forgotten god, flee this place as quickly as- 
 
No, this was the way back into her daughter’s light. She had forsaken her sisters in faith years ago for this moment alone, turned her back on all she’d known for nearly sixty decades. 
 
Her legs twitched slightly, she was feeling something she hadn’t felt in a good while; horny. Was it the chanting, no, it was a vibration of the walls perhaps? It emanated from all around her, burrowing into her body. 
 
“V-Vir’iel”, she tried to squeak out her daughter’s name, but it was becoming harder to focus. 
 
“It is all right mother, all will be clear soon”. Sarah spoke lightly, softly, whispering into her mother’s ear. She placed a hand behind her head, ready to remove her blindfold; it was taking everything in her power to stop herself from releasing her gooey friend, it had been in her the entirety of their conversation. 
 
The blindfold fell, Siena could see again. Most of her wished she hadn’t. 
 
Several women, all different body types and ages were strapped to the walls of this chamber; their squirming bodies coated by thick layers of purple slime. They were beautiful creatures, youthful regardless of what age difference there may have been. Each one moaned in great relief and pleasure as the walls' phallic-like tendrils slammed into their orifices; those with plugged mouths simply choked in delight, anything to serve their master. The room was huge, as Siena looked around in morbid curiosity and horror she saw even more women connected to the sickly membrane; they yelled and moaned in ecstasy as anuses were pierced and labia were spread wide. Finally, she spotted Grace and Elrial, the two sisters kissing passionately as the goo pulsed into them; tears of pleasure rolled down their eyes as they swapped a mixture of saliva and the purple substance between each other. Sometimes the tendrils would explode thick torrents of slime into the followers, the thick discharge running from their exposed womanhood, streaming down their feet, eventually dripping from their toes. Others that were finished, stomachs inflated with the jelly, lie on their backs in the corner of the room; they still played with themselves and each other, sometimes sloppily eating out their fellow sisters, swallowing loads of what had just been pumped into them. Each woman lathered herself in the slime, and even if they'd been filled begged for another cock to paint their wombs with it's seed. She looked down, first to hide her embarrassment, shock, and shame, only to realize that even the floor was coated with the viscous slime, pools of cum mixing into the odd substance. 
 
She tried to cover her mouth, to stifle a scream, but nothing could escape her breath. Siena’s body shook, it was taking her and her daughter’s combined effort to keep her standing. Sarah was quivering herself now, for different reasons; her pet shot loads of hot cum into her, her walls hungrily devouring whatever it had to offer. Mother’s hopeless expression had only turned her on more so, she wanted to treat her own mother to the pleasures of the faith; all in due time.
 
“Meet the master”. The High Priestess spoke in rapture, soon she’d join in on the fun.
 
Siena wanted to turn away, to run, but a calm washed over her mind. Her clenched fist fell to her sides gently, gaze softening in welcomed confusion. A voice spoke from the static of her mind.
 
Glad to meet ya’! You must be mom! 


