Shrine of Lust

Nodding as she lowered her hands, Marcella joined Lucretia, and the two priestesses dipped their own hands into the sacred fountain to bring its' precious water to their lips, all three of the women filling themselves with what they knew undoubtedly to be the Goddess' pure essence.

*

Still watching from the edge of the forest tree line, Angelos had not been expecting all three of the women to drink from the fountain. He had assumed only Camilla would get the love potion, and now the errant adventurer was starting to panic a little as his carefully-laid plan took a major curve.

"Shit, why are they all drinking it? Damnit, this wasn't supposed to happen. Ah what do I do now, what do I do..." Angelos muttered anxiously to himself for a few seconds, but he simply paused and became still as a statue. Blazh eyed his partner nervously, the little goblin's already major concern growing all the worse as the human's panic faded and was replaced by a dark grin and an unsettling, quiet chuckle.

"Well, why not? I mean, I love Camilla with all my heart. But..." The cruel hero's tone shifted significantly as he continued to murmur to himself, making the little goblin beside him more and more worried with every word. "...Having two more beautiful girls completely devoted to me doesn't sound so bad. I am a hero after all, don't I deserve a little love and worship for all my hard work? The temple already has plenty of priestesses, they won't miss three."

Blazh was now starting to look at his partner with open fear. This was way beyond the scope of the original plan; convincing Camilla before she joined the convent was one thing, but now Angelos was speaking of outright desecrating two more temple virgins, and right on the Goddess's sacred ground no less. The goblin was truly starting to become worried that his human partner was about to bring down a genuine divine wrath on himself, and there was a good chance Blazh would get caught in the punishment for his part as well!

But before he could even try to whimper an objection, Angelos suddenly turned to him with a dangerous expression.

"Okay Blazh, I'm going up now. Follow a little behind, but you stay at the bottom of the stairs, you understand? Don't you dare allow yourself to be seen by the women unless it's an absolute emergency!" Angelos's eyes were like smoldering coals as he glared more violently at the goblin than he'd ever seen before, and the petrified little creature could only cower and nod his head in subservience.

Turning his attention back to the women in the distance, Angelos' expression went back from tyrannically threatening to a perversely menacing leer, and as the three priestesses all came up from the fountain having imbibed his love potion, the sinful-hearted adventurer started to make his way towards the shrine.

*

When Lucretia and her subordinates rose back up from the fountain she smiled warmly at her two sisters, and they smiled back to her. The Mother Superior felt so blessed in her heart to have such wonderful women surrounding her who shared her absolute faith and devotion to the Goddess; she couldn't imagine spending her life in any other way. But as they just stood there in silence a moment, Lucretia started to notice something slightly strange.

Camilla and Marcella both looked happy enough, but they also looked... a little too relaxed maybe. Their eyes were a little too low, and their faces seemed a little blushed. And now that she had a moment of quiet, the Mother Superior realized she herself was starting to feel a little light headed, red in the face, and strangely warm.

"Ah, M-Mother Lucretia? Is-Is it normal to feel so... fuzzy after the ceremony?" Camilla asked, for once not sounding so timid as usual, almost more like she were slurring her words from drink.

"Y-Yeah... I feel a little bit... weird myself..." Marcella also agree, raising a hand to her forehead as she started to lean slightly, having to prop herself against the fountain.

"No, this, uh... I don't think I've ever... felt something like this before." Lucretia had to admit as she realized she was having a bit of trouble keeping her own footing, and her head was swooning more with each second.

This was certainly an unprecedented situation. Lucretia had performed this ceremony dozens of times over the years at this same spot, and never before had she or any of her sisters had a reaction like this, let alone all of the participants at once. But after looking at her two swaying sisters again, the Mother Superior then turned her head and looked up to the face of the Goddess statue that had been watching over them this whole time. As she looked on the imposing icon little flickers of movement danced at the corners of her eyes, and her heart started to swell with a feeling she didn't quite recognize, but it didn't feel wrong to her, and it also felt truly immense.

"Is... Is this the work of the Goddess?..." Lucretia wondered aloud as she stared at the statue, and as she did Camilla and Marcella also turned their mystified gazes on the massive image of the beautiful woman. "Has Juno deigned to grace us with... a vision... a command?..."

*

Angelos stepped out of the forest just as all of the priestess turned away from his position to look at the statue. This was the perfect chance, he could rush up the stairs and get all their attention on him at the same time; those three ravishing women were going to belong to him! The misguided adventurer sprinted towards the shrine, and as Blazh didn't know what else to do he obeyed his partner and chased hot after his heels.

But as Angelos' greedy stare was locked hard on Camilla and the others, in his over excitement he ran straight into the uneven and warped bottom of the stairs. He caught his foot on the unseen obstacle and tripped, his head colliding hard into the solid stone corner of a higher stair. The wicked hero was knocked totally unconscious in an instant.

Blazh stopped short several feet from the stairs, and stared in disbelief at the misfortune of his companion. Panic quickly started to work its' way through him as Angelos didn't show a trace of movement, and he desperately tried to think of what he should do. However he didn't have any time to come to a decision, as already an angry voice was shouting from the top of the stairs.

*

On the top side of the monument stairs, the three women were shaken from their Goddess-dazed reverie by a loud crash, like a man covered in heavy armor falling to the ground. At once they all spun away from the statue and looked towards the staircase, but couldn't see whoever was at the bottom.

"Gah! What was that?!" Camilla squeaked out in fright as she stepped back from the stairs and cowered behind her Mother Superior.

"What in the name... Has some oafish brute actually dared to interrupt our communion with the Goddess?" Lucretia asked to no one, far more incensed at the intrusion than afraid. "Marcella!"

"Yes mother." The temple guardian immediately drew her sword, an expression of righteous anger burning on her face as she brandished it towards the empty space at the top of the stairs. "Hey! Whoever's down there come show yourself now or I'll cut you in half!"

*

At the terrifying demand of the armed priestess, Blazh only started to panic even harder. He looked desperately to his unconscious friend, but he still looked absolutely lifeless, there was no way he'd could move him from that spot. The goblin then looked back to the tree line, thinking he might at least have the chance to escape himself, but it was a lot more ground to cover than the guardian had to get to him from the top of the stairs. His terrified mind poured over the options, but his legs remained trembling and immobile, and he lost his chance as the voice screamed down at him again.

"That's it! I'll give you to the count of three before I come down there myself and take your head!"

That threat made his options far more limited and clear, and now realizing that surrender and mercy was his only chance at living, poor little Blazh spinelessly rushed up the staircase, coming to the top of the platform with his hands above his head to show he had yielded. The three women instantly came into sight, one looking as frightful as he felt, but the other two looking at him with pure scorn, and one menacing a sword right at him. There was little else he could do now but show his most pathetic, pleading expression and hope for their mercy.

The three priestesses were as surprised as they were indignant to see a goblin appear before them, apparently the culprit who'd just ruined their message from the Goddess herself.

"I-It's just a... goblin?" Camilla said, confusion and surprise overcoming the initial fight she'd had.

"Ugh, repulsive! How dare you intrude on this sacred ground you little green vermin!" Lucretia, however, was far more livid and openly hostile.

"Disgusting cretin! I would cut your head off now if your blood wouldn't stain the temple ground!" Marcella spat scornfully from behind the blade she still brandished.

Faced with such immediate hostility, Blazh turned his face down, sniveling, wondering what would they would do to him for this. Would he be beaten senseless, worse than he'd ever been in his life? Would they drag him back to town and demand he be chained in the dungeons for interrupting this sacred ritual? Would he be publicly tortured? Or would they simply take him into the woods and kill him right now?

"Marcella! Bind that little monster's hands and...huh?..." The Mother Superior started again, her voice still burning with anger, but suddenly she trailed off. The fire in her voice died down at once, and her eyes were becoming hazy. "...W-Wait..."

"Oh I'll do more than bind him. I'll take his hands and I'll... I'll... w-wha?..." Similarly, as the holy guardian tried to threaten she too suddenly found her rage fading as a cloud settled over her vision.

"Is it really necessary to hurt him? He didn't... uh, I mean, he doesn't look that..." And while at first the newest sacred virgin appeared so conflicted over the goblin's harsh treatment, that same confusion started to muddle her words and expression as well.

Blazh still had his head turned down, tears nearly spilling from his eyes as he was only willing to look at the stone floor. His tiny body tremored and quivered relentlessly as he still awaited his ultimate judgment, not yet noticing the stilling of the females' fury.

"... N-No... You mustn't harm him..." Mother Lucretia spoke, her voice much softer now.

"Right... W-We can't hurt him..." Marcella blurrily agreed as she lowered her sword arm and ultimately let the weapon clatter down to the stone platform.

"...He's so..." Camilla muttered almost thoughtlessly as though she were deep in a hypnotic trance.

As the three holy women continued to stare down the intrusive goblin, they quickly found themselves seeing him in a far different light than when he'd initially appeared. As it turned out, besides the inanimate statue of the Goddess, Blazh had turned out to be the first living thing the girls fully laid their eyes on once the potion had completely worked its' way into their blood. Now the potion they'd unknowingly imbibed was starting to seep into their minds, twisting their thoughts and their vision, making it so the goblin they saw was turning from a hated little creature into the most beautiful thing in the world, something that, like the Goddess herself, truly deserved to have their ceaseless devotion.

Blazh finally found the courage to look up at the sudden change in their words, and his expression started to morph from pitiful fear to growing confusion. The girls were no longer looking at him with sheer disgust, but now something more like wonder... or even infatuation. The warrior girl had even dropped her sword and now all but drooled as she stared at him, just like the other two. Cautiously, he allowed his hands drop from over his head, but his eyes still flicked fretfully between the three as he stayed in a guarded pose, trying to decide what the hell he should do.

But as he remained motionless, all three of the females instead started to slowly move towards the goblin, utterly transfixed in the potion's spell. As they all came right up to him Blazh couldn't help but shiver nervously, but as they reached out towards him he found no fists or violent blows but only warm fingers and gentle touches. Now surrounded by the three women he was only really starting to fully appreciate were so ravishingly beautiful, the hapless goblin still stood paralyzed as their soft hands started to caress and run over him.

"His skin feels so soft..." Mother Lucretia cooed as she gingerly rubbed the goblin's big, rabbit-like ears between her fingers.

Meanwhile Marcella had gotten down to her knees, bringing herself much closer to the goblin's eye level as she ran a hand temptingly over his chest and brought her face so close to the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

"He smells so good..." She all but hummed against his collarbone.

Likewise Camilla knelt down on Blazh's other side, staring hard at his face like she were madly obsessed with the little imp. She reached out her tiny, so frail-feeling hands to clasp his own trembling palm in between her silky fingers.

"Why... Why do I feel like..." She wondered as the hypnotic look in her eyes only grew deeper and more inescapable.

Now Marcella fully buried her face into the goblin's neck as she let out a shivering groan.

"...Like I want him..."

As her own breath grew quicker and shorter, Lucretia tightened her hands on the back of Blazh's head and practically forced his little face against her stomach.

"...Like I need him..."

And at the same time Camilla had fully wrapped herself around his arm, pressing his hand hard against her robe, right above her own most sacred place that she'd pledged to leave untouched for life.

"...Like I belong to him..."

Under the heavy petting of three such gorgeous human females, Blazh finally started to relax his ultra-tense body and fall into his own lust. Now that the threat of punishment seemed to have completely passed his cock was quickly starting to harden under his small-clothes.

The Mother Superior knelt alongside her sisters, and now that the diminutive goblin was totally encircled by three ravishing, warm bodies, and with Lucretia's truly voluptuous tits pressed right into his face, Blazh couldn't help himself any longer and eagerly buried his face in their warm, silky confines, earning a small sigh from the woman.

The priestesses were all breathing heavier now, occasionally letting out small sounds of contentment as they ran their hands and nuzzled their faces all over the intoxicating goblin. Marcella dug her nails against his chest, pressing her body fully into his left side and now letting her lips singe and kiss sweetly at the crook of his neck right above his collarbone.

Camilla had started to incessantly grind her increasingly dripping mound against Blazh's hand as she kept it pinned between her legs, and happily lavished him with kisses just under his jaw, mewling so sweetly as she refused to take her face away.

Lucretia was running her hand along the back of the imp's head, tickling behind his ears, encouraging the softly grunting little minion to nuzzle deeper into her cleavage, and letting out lots of loving little sighs and breaths as she kissed and nibbled tenderly at the big ears flopping in front of her face.

As the guardian and the new virgin continued to plant kisses all over the sides of the goblin's neck and face, their Mother Superior quietly mused to the crowd at large.

"I don't fully understand, but I've never felt like this before... could it be?"

Then, not letting the little goblin's face escape from her chest, Lucretia craned her neck and looked back in awe to the statue of her Goddess.

"Great Goddess... is this your doing?... Is this your desire for your faithful servants?"

And as Blazh merely kept moaning into her chest the high priestess' heart fluttered and she pulled him in even closer, now looking on her Goddess with nothing less than utter love and compassion.

"Of course... it must be your will then..." Mother Lucretia spoke in quiet awe, now honestly believing she and her sisters had been blessed with a divine mandate from Juno herself.

Lucretia then turned back and pushed the goblin away from her chest. His face had turned nearly purple by the rush of blood and lust, and he panted heavily as he looked hard at the stunning woman whore stared back at him with equal desire in her eyes. Then Camilla and Marcella pulled away too, looking at Blazh with exactly the same devotion and desire as their Mother Superior.

"It seems the goddess has demanded we offer our bodies to you." Lucretia declared with complete certainty and joy to be fulfilling her duty to her goddess.

At those words, Blazh honestly felt like his mind was about to split itself in half, still unable to comprehend that this was actually happening. But the women before him never shed their look of pure desire and affection.

"Please, chosen of the Goddess. Please won't you tell us the name by which we might praise you?" Lucretia purred down pure temptation right over the goblin's brow.

Blazh swallowed a hard lump in his throat, and for the first time since he'd been under the close attention of these vixens he dared to speak. His voice still quiet and filled with uncertainty, he answered them nonetheless.

"B-Blazh... goblin name Blazh..."

Even at such meek words, the Mother Superior still looked as though she'd just been granted another divine revelation.

"Yes, I see. Thank you... Blazh... or rather...." And as it looked like Lucretia was considering something, her expression suddenly turned far darker in lust. "...shall we address you as Master Blazh from now on?"

Now the auspicious goblin's eyes went comically wide, and he couldn't help but stammer in disbelief.

"M-M-Master?"

But his sniveling cowardice went unnoticed and uncared for by the women.

"Of course. Only a champion chosen by the Goddess herself would be worthy of the title of our Master..." Marcella sighed reverently.

"I-If it's the Goddess' wish... then we shall happily devote our lives to you... Master..." Camilla agreed with timid yet brilliant adoration.

And the Mother Superior looked to either of her sides, placing a lovingly gentle hand on both of her fellow devotees before turning her full, undivided attention back to the goblin.

"Indeed. Now, won't you please allow us to show our true devotion to the Goddess as she has so lovingly commanded us, Master Blazh?"

Mother Lucretia was the first to snake her arms around the goblin's neck and bring his trembling face in for a deep, searing kiss, the older female holding nothing back and moaning deliriously as she twisted her tongue past the little green lips she now so loved the feel of. Blazh nearly went dizzy from the show of submission from such an unattainable woman, but after only a moment's hesitation he was kissing her back with years' worth of withheld lust, taking such sweet pleasure in the taste of a willing human lover. After many, many long, lusty moan-filled minutes, the sinful priestess disconnected their mouths, leading a long trail of mixed-saliva from the goblin's tongue back to her own glistening lips. He could see how the look in her eyes had only grown ten times more sultry, more needy after such a lascivious kiss.

Eyes locked wantonly onto the thin silver trail hanging in the space where the Mother Superior and goblin's lips had just met, Marcella felt a stirring in her chest so much more powerful than any call to faith she'd ever felt before. Unsure in the ways of love, the Temple guardian tentatively reached a hand out to cup the goblin's cheek and turned his face towards her own. Now his own eyes had lost all fear and apprehension, and merely showed the same haze of lust as the female's.