Faith, Lust, and Hypnosis

Ginova stood before a giant gate located deep down under the sanctum, chained with locking mechanisms. Golden carvings and words adorned the gate, giving off a mysterious and dangerous aura around it.

But she knew better. This was all nothing but decorations. The gate is holding nothing dangerous within, but the real body of goddess Aria. There was a secret entrance next to the gate, blending in with the walls.

With light steps, Ginova entered through the hidden door and walked towards the body of goddess Aria. The secret chamber was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of ancient rituals and forgotten prayers. As she approached the center of the room, Ginova's eyes fell upon the preserved figure— Aria, her once radiant visage now frozen in eternal repose.

Aria's body lay on an altar, her skin shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow. She was clothed in delicate robes, woven from the finest materials, evidence of devotion of her followers. Her hair, like a golden waterfall, framed her serene face, forever untouched by time. Ginova couldn't help but to marvel at the sight of her beauty.

Ginova circled the altar, her gaze never leaving the goddess's face. She took in every detail, from the gentle curve of Aria's lips to the slender fingers folded gracefully upon her chest. This was the being whose power had shaped the world, whose followers had built empires in her name. And now, here she was, her mortal shell a mere remnant of the influence she once wielded.

The people who were taking care of her had left at Ginova's order. She wanted to inspect and observe the original goddess of this world with her own two eyes without disturbance.

'The true and original goddess of this world… her body does not decay. There's no sign of her breathing, and her heart lies still. What happened to you?'

Despite her success of conquering the Aria Church, taking absolute control of the High Pontiff and the Saintess, Ginova was in no mood for celebration.

Her conquest of the world through sexual exploits began with the desire to obtain as much Faith Points as possible. Now, she has spread her seeds all over the world, including the faction of her nemesis.

Not everyone has turned into a hermaphrodite to her image. Not everyone has to be like her, no.

Ginova had no interest in enforcing uniformity upon the world's inhabitants. The mere thought of every individual conforming to a singular race seemed dreadfully monotonous to her— a world devoid of variety, tension, and conflict.

In her eyes, these elements were the very essence that granted life its vibrancy, its flavor. The clashing of ideals, the struggle for power, the perpetual push and pull between opposing forces. This was the 'spice' that Ginova craved.

She reveled in the intricate, diverse threads of existence, how each race and creed contributed its unique hue to the grand design. The allure of her world lay not in the static perfection of an unchanging ideal, but in the dynamic interplay of its myriad components.

For Ginova, the beauty of her domain sprang from the chaos and dissonance that arose from the collision of disparate voices and visions. As the root of this cause? It wasn't anything noble but the desire to create a fun 'playground' to explore. She enjoyed the drama by the sideline, interfering whenever she felt like it, all for the sake of her own amusement.

But that didn't make her blind to what morals are. She acknowledged her own twisted sense of joy and chose to indulge in her own emotions. The person who's lying inside the altar however, seemed to be the complete opposite of her. The merciful and just, goddess Aria.

'It's like she's in a coma, but even a comatose person still needs to breathe and their heart to work.'

Seeing Aria in her current state, Ginova thought of a few hypotheses.

'Was Aria murdered? It seems unlikely. Aria must have attained her godhood when she was still alive, that means she must have the same ability as I do.'

The power of miracles, to create and do anything. A power with limitless potential that comes at great cost of Faith Points.

'These Faith Points… I wonder if her system differs. Maybe she didn't even use a 'system' but a completely different interface altogether.'

Ginova sighed, her eyes fixed upon the serene visage of the goddess before her. Gently, she reached out to caress Aria's cheek. In that fleeting instance, she felt it, an overwhelming surge of faith, a torrential flow of devotion that seemed to course through Aria's very being.

She stood there, transfixed by the sensation, her mind racing with possibilities. The energy that thrummed beneath her fingertips was not merely the residual echoes of a long-dead deity; it was vibrant, pulsating with life.

'Interesting. Her body continues to accumulate the people's faith despite the absent of her soul. Truly befitting of a goddess.'

Resting her palm on Aria's chest, Ginova tried to exercise her authority and power over Aria's body, attempting to absorb her Faith Points. She focused her energy, reaching out with her divine senses, seeking to tap into the wellspring of Aria's accumulated faith.

At first, there was resistance, an invisible barrier that seemed to repel her efforts. Ginova persisted, pouring more of her will into the task, determined to breach the defenses that guarded Aria's essence.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she felt the barrier begin to yield. The Faith Points, like a trickle of water from a dam, began to flow into Ginova's being. The sensation was electric, a rush of power that coursed through her veins, suffusing her with an energy that was both familiar and alien.

As the flow of Faith Points increased, Ginova let out a satisfied smile at the sheer volume of devotion that Aria had amassed over the centuries. It appeared to her, without a soul, Aria's body could not resist external forces.

However, Ginova didn't absorb all of Aria's. It was just a test on her part, to see if she could dominate over her defenseless body. Once she confirmed that she could, she stopped.

There was no reason to kill Aria. Seeing that she posed no harm to her, Ginova would rather take command of her entire existence.

'I can't revive a dead mortal back to live, much less a dead goddess. But is Aria truly dead? What happened to her? Could it be… she ascended?'

The more Ginova thought about it, the more unlikely that Aria was murdered.

The more Ginova thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed that Aria was murdered. The goddess's body showed no signs of violence or trauma, and the serene expression on her face suggested a peaceful passing rather than a violent end.

As Ginova pondered the mystery of Aria's fate, she began to consider other possibilities. Perhaps Aria had not died at all, but had instead chosen to ascend to a higher plane of existence.

'Would the real Aria be still alive somewhere, beyond this world? Would she be the same as the goddess of virtue?'

The idea of ascension resonated with Ginova, as it aligned with her original goal to become a true god and search for her world's origin. No, at this point in her life, she realized her dream back then was too small. There was no need to settle on one world when she could take as many as she wanted.

'If Aria really did ascend, then she must've left her physical body here in this world. Is that a normal thing? If I were to ascend, does that mean I have to leave my body too? Where is she then? It's hard to imagine she left this world for good, her birth of origin?'

Ginova circled the altar once more, her eyes tracing the contours of Aria's face, searching for any clues that might reveal the truth behind her current state. She noted the way Aria's hair fanned out around her head like a golden halo, and the way her hands were clasped together over her chest, as if in quiet repose.

As she studied the goddess's body, Ginova's mind raced with theorems and conjectures. Had Aria foreseen a great calamity that threatened her very existence, and forced to ascend in order to escape it? Or had she simply grown weary of the burdens of godhood, and decided to move on to a realm where she could find peace and solitude?

'Aria seems to stand by her morals even in her demi-god state, unlike me. What made her abandon this world? Perhaps she left looking for other worlds in need of saving? Was she keen on spreading her teaching and beliefs? Was this world peaceful enough for her to leave alone? Is it not possible to oversee multiple worlds?'

Thinking back on the past, Ginova recalled that Aria Church at the time was pretty popular. The world was relatively calmer and peaceful too. According to memories of the influential people she has read, Aria Church was just and merciful to the populace. A very contrasting image compared to the church's current state.

'Did she entrust this world's fate to the future generations? If she did, then the people have failed her greatly. She obtained her godhood and chose to spread her seeds all over the infinite universe, maybe. I'm not sure what's the truth. I can't ask Aria herself, but I should prepare for the future anyway.'

Looking back at Aria's body, Ginova smiled.

'Well, this world is my territory now, and you my dear, still have a role to play.'

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The day of the Saintess' pilgrimage draws near.

Aurora, the Saintess of Aria Church, felt as if she were moving through a haze. Ever since that disturbing nightmare, a sense of disconnection clouded her mind. She went through the motions of her daily routine, but everything seemed slightly surreal.

It was right after her morning bath with the hermaphrodite maids. They helped her dress, but the clothes they gave her were unusual, deviating from her normal attire.

The fabric was thin and fishnet-like, making it transparent and see-through. Not only that, there were holes cut out for her nipples and crotch area, allowing cold breeze to pass through. Aurora felt exposed and vulnerable, an unfamiliar sensation for the virtuous Saintess.

"W-what is this!? I-is this really necessary?" she protested weakly, trying to cover herself.

"But Saintess, these garments are a symbol of your new enlightenment," one of the maids replied, her voice honeyed with devotion. "Embracing your true nature and inner desires is a beautiful thing. There is no shame in displaying your holy body."

Aurora blushed furiously as she took in her scandalous appearance in the mirror. The transparent fabric clung to her curves, the strategically placed holes leaving nothing to the imagination. She could feel her nipples hardening from the exposure, mortified by her body's betrayal.

The maids fussed around her, adjusting the flimsy material and ensuring every inch of her was provocatively displayed.

Aurora felt utterly degraded in her tawdry, whorish garments. The gossamer fabric clung obscenely to her lithe figure, flaunting her most intimate areas for all to see. She wanted to curl up and hide, overwhelmed with shame and humiliation.

Yet to her intense mortification, Aurora's body reacted with growing arousal. Her exposed nipples puckered into stiff peaks, sensitized by the cool air caressing them. She could feel the slickness growing between her spread legs, her sex swelling and warming with perverse excitement.

"What's wrong, Saintess?" a maid purred, trailing a finger along Aurora's inner thigh. "Does exposing your sacred, innocent body make you feel like a dirty little slut?"

"Y-yes," Aurora whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. "It's so shameful..."

"But you like it, don't you?" the other maid crooned, tweaking an erect nipple. "Your body doesn't lie. Being put on a lewd display excites you."

Aurora gasped as the maid pinched her tender bud, white-hot lust spiking through her. Tears of abject degradation sprang to her eyes even as she grew slicker, her core throbbing with appalling need.

"Such a horny little whore," the maid tsked. "Look how wet you are, dripping from having your tits and cunt put on show like some back-alley harlot. How depraved."

Aurora sobbed in humiliation, but could only stand there, burning with debased desire as the maids continued to grope and mock her.

The maids circled Aurora, drinking in the sight of her nearly naked body. "Remember your position as the Saintess," one purred. "You are to serve and be served by others. Allowing others to look and touch your bare body is the least you can do, understand, my lady?"

Aurora shivered from their words as the cool air whispered over her exposed skin. Flushing with humiliation, she nodded in a jerky manner. "I... I understand."

"Good girl," the other maid cooed. "You need to become accustomed to being on display, to offering up your body for others' use and pleasure. That is your true purpose."

Giving Aurora's pale buttock a rough grope, the maid whispered in her ear, "Remember, my lady, when you go to see the High Pontiff, keep your chin held high. Do not resist anyone who wants a cop of your body. Offer yourself like the holy vessel you are."

Aurora trembled, her face burning with humiliation even as her sex throbbed. The thought of presenting herself so brazenly to the High Pontiff, of allowing any and all to ogle and grope her most private parts, filled her with disgrace, yet her clitoris and nipples grew even more engorged.

The maids escorted the Saintess out of her chambers and through the halls of the church. As they proceeded, the clergy members they passed gasped, blushing and gasped at the sight of Aurora in her scandalous attire.

Aurora's face burned with humiliation as she felt their shocked and lecherous stares crawling over her exposed body. The clergy members gawked at her stiff nipples and glistening sex, openly ogling her intimate parts.

The maids smiled as if nothing was out of place, parading Aurora past everyone's perverted eyes. They announced to the crowds that the Saintess had just taken a bath, as if that excused her lewd state of undress.

"Saintess Aurora has freshly bathed and is now accepting worship and tributes," one maid called out, her voice ringing through the halls. "All are welcome to gaze upon her holy body in its pure, unadorned beauty."

Aurora wanted to die of humiliation as more and more people gathered to openly stare at her exposed nudity. Her body burned with shame under the weight of so many lecherous eyes, feeling their dirty gazes crawling over her bare breasts and vulva.

Yet to her horror, her traitorous body responded with growing arousal. Her nipples stiffened into aching points, her sex grew slicker and puffier with perverse excitement. The thought of being so brazenly on display, her most intimate places offered up for anyone's viewing pleasure, made her tingle and throb with lust that she didn't even know existed within her.

The maids encouraged the onlookers, inviting them to come closer and admire the Saintess' nubile body in all its glory. Some even reached out to grope and fondle her, freely pawing at Aurora's tender breasts and sensitive sex.

“Oh, the Saintess is quite hairy down there…”

“It’s silver, just like the color of her hair!”

Aurora flinched, wanting to reject their advances, but one of the maids scolded her. "Don't resist, my lady," she hissed. "You are to give yourself freely, remember? Allow them to touch your holy body as they please." They reminded her, holding her steady as strange hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her bottom.

Aurora stood shaking as more and more clergy members crowded around her, their greedy hands roaming her exposed flesh. The maids smiled in approval, watching as the Saintess was openly pawed and groped by the leering throng.

Fingers pinched and rolled her stiff nipples, elongating them into hard peaks. Palms kneaded her tender breasts, squeezing the soft orbs obscenely. Others reached between her legs to stroke and spread her spread pussy, shuddering in humiliation as they openly played with her most intimate parts.

Tears of shame trickled down Aurora's cheeks even as her body burned with sick arousal. She was petrified by the crowds, her holy flesh being molested by the people of lower status. Her mind rebelled against this obscene treatment, screaming that it was wrong, but her treacherous body responded with perverted need.

The maids led her through the crowded halls, the onlookers following in a lecherous procession. Aurora stumbled along in a daze of humiliation, her exposed nipples and vagina pulsing with foreign pleasure. She didn't know how much more of this debasement she could endure, but something told her this was only the beginning.

After what felt like forever, Aurora finally arrived at the High Pontiff's chamber and the crowds left her alone at her maids’ request. The heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room. The High Pontiff, clad in his resplendent robes, awaited her arrival behind his grand mahogany desk.

Aurora felt lightheaded as she entered the room. She approached the High Pontiff and noticed the maids closing and barring the doors behind her, sealing her inside with him.

The room was deathly silent, save for the soft rustle of Aurora's transparent garments.

The High Pontiff's eyes raked over her body, drinking in her nearly naked form. His gaze lingered on her bared breasts and love juice trickling down her thighs, a hungry gleam in his eyes. Aurora trembled under his intense scrutiny, a hot blush staining her cheeks.

"My dear Saintess," the High Pontiff murmured, his voice low and resonant. "You look... different." His fingers stroked his bearded chin, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I must say, I approve of this new look. It suits you."

Aurora's heart raced, her body thrumming with fear and humiliation. The High Pontiff's lecherous stare and suggestive words made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable, yet an unknown, dark part of her fed the embarrassment into her core to produce even more love juice.

The High Pontiff rose from his seat, his robes billowing around him as he approached Aurora. He circled her slowly, inspecting every curve and contour of her tremulous body. Aurora held her breath, shivering as his fingertips grazed her naked flesh.

"Tell me, Aurora," he purred, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you enjoy displaying yourself like this? Does it excite you to have your body bared for all to see?"

Aurora bit her lip, suppressing a whimper. The High Pontiff's hot breath on her skin sent another tingle down her spine, pooling in her tightening loins. "I… I don't… I do not… Your Holiness…"

The High Pontiff continued to circle around Aurora, drinking in the sight of her nearly naked body. His eyes raked over her exposed breasts and glistening sex, the hungry gleam in his gaze making her loins tensed with shame.

"Come now, Aurora," the High Pontiff said, his fingers trailing along her collarbone. "There's no need to be ashamed. Embracing your true nature is a beautiful thing. Allowing others to admire and worship your holy body is nothing to feel guilty about."

Aurora trembled, her mind and body at war. Part of her rebelled against this obscene treatment, screaming that it was wrong and degrading. But another, darker part of her whispered that it felt so good to be humiliated and paraded around like a wanton harlot.

'The way they looked at me… why is my body so hot? I don't understand…'

Aurora's mind swirled with confusion, her thoughts a jumbled mess. 'This is wrong,' she told herself fiercely, even as her body thrummed with forbidden excitement. 'I'm the Saintess. I shouldn't be allowing this to happen!'

Yet she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at being so brazenly objectified. The way the clergy members had stared at her body, their eyes filled with lust and sin... it had made her feel both degraded and deeply, shamefully aroused.

'The way they looked at me… it was too much,' Aurora thought, her face flushing with humiliation. 'I could feel their dirty gazes crawling all over my body, violating me in the most intimate ways. It was mortifying... but why did it feel so good?'

She recalled how their greedy hands had groped and fondled her, openly pawing at her most private parts.

'My pussy is burning,' Aurora realized with a shudder of self-disgust. 'I'm getting wet from being treated like some common strumpet. What's wrong with me?'

The High Pontiff's hands continued to wander, roaming her body with a sense of propriety. He squeezed her tender breasts, flicking his thumbs over her rigid nipples. Aurora gasped, liquid heat pooling between her legs as he played with her sensitive nubs.

"Such pretty little tits," the High Pontiff growled, hefting her pale orbs. "Firm and high, with such responsive nipples. You can't hide how much this excites you, my dear."

Aurora shook her head frantically, tears of humiliation glittering in her eyes. "N-no, Your Holiness, I'm not… This isn't… I don't…" But her words fell away into a shuddering moan as the High Pontiff pinched her nipples, tweaking the hard peaks.

The High Pontiff chuckled, amusement glinting in his cruel eyes. "Your body betrays you, Aurora. Look how hard your nipples are, how wet your pussy is. You can protest all you like, but your flesh reveals your true desires."

Aurora sobbed, mortified by her physical response. Her nipples jutted obscenely from her breasts, stiff and aching from the High Pontiff's attentions. Slick arousal coated her spread thighs, betraying her perverted excitement.

The High Pontiff continued to toy with her breasts, openly enjoying her shame and discomfort. He watched her face as he groped and fondled her, seeming to feed off her humiliation and inner conflict.

"Oh, Aurora," he sighed, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Such a confused little thing, aren't you? Torn between your pious beliefs and the desires of your body."

Aurora shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No," she whispered brokenly. "I… I don't… This isn't me, this isn't right…"

But her protests sounded weak and unconvincing, even to her own ears. Her body fairly vibrated with arousal, thrilling to the High Pontiff's degrading touch.

"That's alright, my dear. No need to panic."

The High Pontiff reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a small glass vial filled with a shimmering, iridescent liquid. Aurora's eyes widened as she laid her gaze on the substance.

'The sacred fluid,' she thought, her mind growing hazy. 'The essence of Goddess Ginova— wait… how do I know this…?'

The vial containing the 'Holy Water' triggered a reaction out of Aurora. Meanwhile the High Pontiff held the vial aloft, admiring the way it glimmered in the candlelight. "This is a gift from Goddess Ginova," he explained. "A blessing from her to you, my dear Saintess."

Aurora's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding with a sudden intense longing. The Holy Water seemed to call to her, beckoning her closer, tempting her with its forbidden allure.

Aurora’s eyes locked onto the vial of holy water, an uncontrollable desire flooding through her. Her body craved it with a hunger she had never known, like a moth drawn helplessly to a flame, or an addict to their drug of choice. She felt as if she would die if she didn't taste it, consume it, make it a part of her.

The High Pontiff noticed her reaction, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Slowly, he unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle of heavy fabric. Aurora's eyes widened at the sight of his half-hard, wrinkled member covered in thick and curly pubic hair, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. She watched, transfixed, as the High Pontiff tipped the vial, pouring the shimmering holy water over his erecting penis.

The viscous fluid coated his shaft, glistening obscenely in the candlelight. Aurora's breath caught in her throat. She knew it was wrong, knew she shouldn't want this, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to taste it, to feel it on her tongue, sliding down her throat. The need was all-consuming, overpowering her reason and her shame, leaving only raw, animalistic desire in its wake.

"Get on the floor, Saintess." The High Pontiff said, emphasizing on the word 'Saintess'.

Aurora fell to her knees without hesitation, her body obeying before her mind could catch up. The desire to taste Ginova's holy water was beyond her own comprehension, a primal need that trumped all else.

Her eyes never left the High Pontiff's thickening cock and the shining fluid dripping down its length. She crawled forward on trembling limbs, her sheer transparent dress pulled taut, baring her plump ass to the High Pontiff's appreciative gaze.

"That's it, my dear. Clean it up." The High Pontiff commanded. "Lick it up like the bitch in heat you are."

Aurora felt detached from herself as if watching the scene unfold from a distance.

‘Lick it… like a bitch…’

She inched closer, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her body moved on its own accord, driven by the overwhelming urge to taste the sacred fluid.

Extending her tongue, Aurora licked the length of the High Pontiff's shaft from the base all the way to the top, moaning softly as the sweet holy water hit her taste buds. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she savored the ambrosial flavor, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her.

"Ssslurrp—!!"

Aurora's eyes widened as she tasted the sweet, sticky fluid coating the High Pontiff's cock. An explosion of pleasure rocked her senses, and she couldn't believe how delicious it was. The flavor burst on her tongue. It tasted even better than she imagined, and an unbidden thought crossed her mind— she wanted more.

'This is wrong,' a small voice of reason whispered in her head. 'You're licking a man's cock, for goddess's sake! This is so degrading... yet...'

Aurora ignored the faint protests of her conscience, moaning softly as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft. The holy water tasted divine, and she found herself craving more. She wanted to suck every drop from his throbbing member, reveling in the sinful pleasure it brought her.

'Why does it taste so good?' she wondered, her eyes rolling back in her head as she took more of his length into her mouth. 'It's like my body is on fire, like I could o-orgasm just from sucking his cock and drinking this sacred fluid!'

The High Pontiff groaned, his hands tangling in Aurora's hair as she took him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. He bucked his hips, thrusting his thick member between her plump lips. Aurora moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shudders of pleasure through them both.

'The way he fills my mouth... it's so obscene, yet I can't get enough,' Aurora thought, her eyes closing in abandon. 'I want to suck him dry, drink every last drop of this sacred fluid. I need it. I need him.'

Aurora's body moved on its own accord, driven by the intense pleasure coursing through her. She bobbed her head, taking the High Pontiff's length deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled and flicked, caressing his shaft as she sucked and slurped with her sloppy technique.

The High Pontiff gasped, his hands tightening in Aurora's hair. "That's it, my dear. Suck me off. Take my cock deep and drink up all that sweet fluid."

Aurora moaned in response, her body trembling with need. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she tasted the salty-sweet mixture of the High Pontiff's pre-cum and the sacred fluid. The combination sent her senses spiraling, and she felt her own sex clenching and throbbing with need.

"Slurrp!! Glark!!"

'I'm going to cum,' she thought, her eyes widening in shock. 'Just from sucking his cock and drinking this fluid, I'm going to cum. Oh goddess, this is wrong, but it feels so good...'

Aurora's body betrayed her, her hips bucking involuntarily as she neared her climax. She sucked as hard as she could, eager to drain the High Pontiff's cock and taste every last drop of the sacred fluid. The pleasure continued to build, and she cried out around his shaft as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling through her body.

'OHhh!! I— I'm cumming!! I'm cumming while sucking the Holiness' dick!!' The realization sent another surge of ecstasy rippling through her, heightening the pleasure.

The High Pontiff groaned, his hands tightening in Aurora's hair as he neared his own peak. "That's it, my dear. Cum for me. Show me how much you love sucking my cock." His hips bucked, fucking her mouth with abandon as he chased his release.

Aurora moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shudders of pleasure through them both. Her climax seemed to go on forever, her body trembling and convulsing as she sucked and slurped like a machine. She felt depraved, like a common whore servicing her master. But the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming to resist.

The High Pontiff groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he, too, teetered on the edge. "Fuck, I'm close... Swallow it all, Aurora. Take my cum and my blessing, you filthy little saintess."

Aurora needed no further encouragement. She closed her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking even harder.

The High Pontiff held back no longer, groaning loudly as he reached his peak. He flooded Aurora's mouth with his thick, creamy load, grunting with each powerful spurt. "Aaaaahh!! Fuck yes! Drink it all, Saintess! Take it all and become one with Goddess Ginova's blessing!"

Aurora moaned in response, her body trembling as she obeyed. She swallowed eagerly, drinking down his cum mixed with the sacred fluid. The taste and texture of the mixture sent her senses into overload, and she cried out around his shaft as another orgasm rocked her. Her juices flowed freely, soaking the rug beneath her as she suckled and swallowed, milking his cock dry.

Finally, the High Pontiff's thrusts slowed, his body shaking with the force of his release. He pulled his softening member from Aurora's mouth with a wet 'pop', leaving her panting and dazed.

Aurora's eyes widened as she realized what she had just done. She had just sucked off the High Pontiff and eagerly swallowed his cum mixed with the sacred fluid. Shame and humiliation washed over her, and she felt a profound sense of betrayal to her role and order.

'What have I done?' she thought, her eyes filling with tears. 'I'm the Saintess of the Aria Church. How could I stoop so low? But it felt so good... Goddess, forgive me...'

The High Pontiff, however, seemed unfazed by their taboo encounter. He adjusted his robes, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. "There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it, my dear?"

Aurora shook her head, her eyes downcast. "I... I don't know what came over me..."

The High Pontiff chuckled, his eyes filled with knowing amusement. "It's quite simple, really. That sacred fluid is more than just a blessing from Goddess Ginova. It's an aphrodisiac, designed to heighten your senses and awaken your deepest desires."

Aurora's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with confusion. "An aphrodisiac to awaken my... deepest desires…? But why...?"

The High Pontiff's gaze softened, and he took a seat behind his desk, motioning for Aurora to do the same. "Because, Aurora, it's time for you to embrace your true self. The Aria Church has long preached against the desires of the flesh, but we forget that we are all human, with human needs and wants."

Aurora listened, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat across from the High Pontiff, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her intense orgasms. Still with her face flushed deep red, she wiped the semen off her lips and cheeks.

"Goddess Ginova has shown me the error of our ways," the High Pontiff continued, his voice steady and calm. "It's time for us to embrace a new doctrine, one that accepts and celebrates the natural desires of the human body."

Aurora's eyes widened, her mind reeling as she grasped the implications of his words. "A new doctrine...? But what of the teachings of Aria?"

The High Pontiff smiled sadly, his eyes filled with a faraway look. "The old ways are failing, Aurora. It's time for a change, a reformation of our church. Together, with Goddess Ginova's blessing, we can create a new path, one that allows for pleasure and fulfillment without shame or guilt."

The High Pontiff began to explain Ginova's plan in detail. The goddess, with her mercy and kindness, shall rain down her blessing upon her followers. To grant them salvation and happiness. However, that power does not come free. She required the 'faith' of the people.

"You see, Aurora," the High Pontiff said, his voice tinged with a hint of regret, "without conflict, without hardship, people become complacent. They forget the goddess' grace. It's a cycle we've seen throughout history."

Aurora's mind raced as she tried to process this revelation. "So... you're saying that this conflict, this suffering... it's all part of a greater plan?"

The High Pontiff nodded, his expression grave. "It's a necessary evil, my dear. Without it, faith would wane, and the gods would lose their power. But with it... with this struggle... we can ensure that faith remains strong, that the goddesses continue to bless us with their power and protection."

Aurora felt a chill run down her spine, the weight of this knowledge settling heavily on her shoulders. "But... the people who will suffer, the lives that will be lost... is it truly worth it?"

The High Pontiff sighed, his eyes filled with a deep, ancient sadness. "It's a sacrifice, Aurora. A terrible, tragic sacrifice. But it's one that must be made, for the greater good."

He leaned forward, his gaze intense as he stared into Aurora's eyes. "But you, my dear... you have the power to lessen that suffering. To guide our people through this conflict, to show them the path to salvation."

Aurora's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding with a newfound sense of purpose. "Me? But... how?"

The High Pontiff smiled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "By embracing your true self, Aurora. By accepting the desires of your body, the power of pleasure... by doing Ginova's bidding, you will help our cause."

Aurora's mind reeled, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty.

"I don't understand, Your Holiness… what about goddess Aria's teaching? Aren't we…. aren't we betraying her doctrine?"

The High Pontiff leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Ah, my dear Aurora, you see, the truth is a bit more complex than what we've been led to believe."

He steepled his fingers, his gaze drifting to the ornate ceiling above them. "Goddess Aria, in her infinite wisdom, has chosen to submit to Ginova as the superior goddess in this world. Her words are now absolute."

Aurora's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Submit...? Goddess Aria has... has submitted to Ginova?"

The High Pontiff nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "It's a difficult truth to accept, I know. But it's the path that Aria herself has chosen. And as her faithful servants, it's our duty to follow her lead for she always puts her followers' best interest as her top priority."

Aurora's mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of confusion and disbelief. "But... but how can we be sure? How do we know this is truly Aria's will?"

The High Pontiff's smile was enigmatic, his eyes glinting with absolute confidence. "Aurora, goddess Aria has revealed her wishes to me a few nights ago. Her desire was for us to embrace this new path."

He leaned forward, his gaze intense as he captured Aurora's eyes with his own. "And now, my dear, it's time for you to accept this truth as well. To embrace your role in this new world order, and to serve Ginova with the same devotion you once reserved for Aria."

Aurora's breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding with a newfound sense of purpose. She knew, deep down, that this was the path she was meant to follow. The path that Aria herself had chosen—

‘Is this right? The High Pontiff’s words cannot be wrong…’

—Yet, she couldn't help but to question herself again and again. What the High Pontiff told her was vague and heavily conflicting her own values and the church's doctrine.

Aurora's mind reeled with confusion and uncertainty. Something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. Her position as the Saintess was to fight for the church and spread Aria's benevolent teachings. The High Pontiff, too, not too long ago, had been heavily against Ginova's cult and sought to destroy her. Yet now, he was more than happy to serve such them.

The sudden shift in ideology clashed with everything Aurora had ever known. She had devoted her life to the Aria Church, to upholding its values and spreading its message of purity and righteousness. But now, as she stood before the High Pontiff, his words echoing in her mind, she couldn't help but question the very foundation of her beliefs.

How could the church, the beacon of light and hope, suddenly embrace the very darkness it had fought against for so long? How could the High Pontiff, the man who had been her mentor and guide, so easily abandon his principles and serve a goddess who represented everything they had opposed?

Aurora's heart raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. She had always trusted the High Pontiff, had always believed in his wisdom and guidance. But now, as she looked into his eyes, she saw a glint of something she couldn't quite identify. Was it madness? Or was it something far more sinister?

But the more Aurora questioned, the more cognitive dissonance she experienced. Nothing made sense, and the only thing she could do was to do as she was told.

As Aurora grappled with her inner turmoil, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was as if a fog had descended upon her mind, clouding her thoughts and dulling her senses. She tried to fight it, to cling to her convictions, but the more she struggled, the more the fog seemed to thicken.

'To serve… and be served…'

Aurora's vision swam, and she swayed on her feet, feeling as if she were drowning in a sea of uncertainty. The High Pontiff's words echoed in her ears, growing louder and more persuasive with each passing moment, until they were all she could hear.

Slowly, almost against her will, Aurora felt herself nodding, her resistance crumbling in the face of the overwhelming pressure. She didn't understand what was happening, didn't know why she was suddenly so willing to abandon everything she had ever believed in, but at that moment, it didn't seem to matter.

All that mattered was following the High Pontiff's commands, doing as she was told, and embracing the new world order that Ginova promised. And so, with a final, shuddering sigh, Aurora surrendered herself to the inevitable, allowing herself to be swept away on a tide of blind obedience and her budding lust.