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Zanyia

My tail swished as we entered the Temple of Fidelity. It had a stodgy air about it, like this place was adverse to fun. It made my ears twitch and my tail prickle. I wanted to scamper all around the temple and rub my pussy on every inch of it. To drench this place in something naughty.

Everything was made of white marble streaked with black or black marble streaked with white. Everywhere I looked, the colors alternated. The pillars out front holding up the roof of the porch went from boring light to dull dark. The stones formed a checkered pattern of the walls, the floor, the ceiling. It hurt my eyes staring at the patterns.

“I don’t like this at all,” I said as I scampered beside Master.

“It’s the blending of the feminine and the masculine in perfect union,” Kora said from my other side. “Luben believes that true harmony can only happen when a man and a woman unite their lives together and work hard to make what was two become one.”

“A man and a woman?” My tail twitched. “But what about two women? Can’t they be happy together? Or a man and his wives and sex slaves?”

“While Luben is the God of Love, he’s also the God of Fidelity and Marriage,” Kora said. “And his view of marriage is one man and one woman.”

“So boring,” I said, shaking my tail.

“Yes, that’s how lust views love,” a woman said.

I felt eyes staring at me. Two figures approached, a tall and slender man with a brown beard dusted with age who walked next to a motherly woman with short, blonde hair. They both wore priestly robes, his black and trimmed with white, hers the opposite. Just like everything here.

I rolled my eyes at the judgment I felt in their gazes as they stared at my naked flesh.

“Lust seeks to pervert the purpose of our bodies,” the man said. “We were formed to unite together like Pater unites with his wife Slata, to form a perfect union. Thus, by our act of love, we create new life.”

“Lust makes things more fun,” I muttered. “I like women and men. Especially Master.”

The woman smiled. “Luben understands that love can take other forms, but he sees the love that creates new life to be the strongest, the one that should be striven for, but the one that most mortals cannot ever achieve, no matter how hard they strive. For the temptation of Las abounds, especially with his descendants in the world running around naked.”

“The world deserves to see how beautiful I am,” I said, proud that lamia were birthed from Las’s masturbation..

“Yes, spreading Las’s lust,” the priest said. Then his eyes slid to my Master. “You walk with many women. Another who has found a lesser form of love.”

“Lesser?” Sven asked. “I love all these women here, and you call that lesser? I unite with them. Procreate with them. I think you’d celebrate that.”

“Interesting perspective,” the priest said. “Would you care to discuss it over tea? We could talk about the pitfalls of polyamory and its weaknesses versus monogamy.”

Sven smiled and gave a rueful laugh. “I very much doubt you could convince me that sticking to one woman is at all in my interest. Not when there are so many out there in need of my charm.” He grinned at the priestess and winked at her. “Though, perhaps I could talk with your wife on the matter.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You are a cocky one.”

The priest just laugh. “I think that would be an… enlightening conversation for you, son, if you survived her tongue.”

“Oh, I always enjoy a woman’s tongue.”

“Brother mine, stop antagonizing the priest,” Kora said, giving him a look over my head. “We’re here for a reason.”

“Yes,” Ealaín added, her armor rattling as she folded her arms.

Aingeal only giggled. “It’s a shame. Your wife would really enjoy sparring orally with my husband. He is quite skilled with his tongue.”

“Please,” Ava said, her voice tight. “I… I need your help.”

Sven stiffened and nodded his head. His cocky smile vanished. “I apologize, priest. I can’t help myself sometimes. I was born to flirt with a pretty woman. Of course, I wouldn’t try to seduce your wife from breaking her vows of fidelity.”

The priestess gave a snort of disdain. I breathed in and… smelled only amused contempt from the woman. Not a stirring of lust at all for my Master. I furrowed my brow and wanted to glare at her. She should be dripping wet for my Master. She should be honored that he wanted to give her pleasure. Every woman should.

I wanted to pounce on her and kiss her and lick her and drive her wild until she begged for Sven to take her and…

Ava. We were here for Ava.

“I am sorry, too,” I said, bowing my head, my ears drooping. “I… I just like having fun. You have to help Mistress Ava. She needs it.”

“Please,” Ava said, stepping forward.

The priestess cupped Ava’s cheeks and stared into her eyes. The priestess groaned. “Oh, I am so sorry that happened to you, child. How terrible. Of course we will help you. I’m Thea, and this is my husband Otmar. Come, come with us.”

“What has happened to her, wife?” Otmar asked, fatherly concern crossing his face. He stroked his gray-peppered beard.

“Swanhilda,” Thea said, her voice thick. The sour scent of anger poured off of her along with a prickly emotion. I breathed in deeply, parsing out her musk from the others around me, cataloging it with my sensitive nose.

Was it guilt?

“Who is Swanhilda?” Sven asked.

“The rogue priestess who enchanted your, uh, paramour,” Thea said. “I can feel her twisted enchantment on the poor girl’s soul.”

“You know about her?” Ava asked. “Swanhilda?”

“Aye,” sighed Otmar. “She was a promising priestess of Luben. She was raised in the faith, met a male acolyte, and started a courtship. They married as their final stage of initiation into the priesthood, uniting their lives together. They seemed happy. They took up the care of a village temple in western Zeutch.”

“And then she met a passing bard, one of those graduates from Az’s famed college,” Thea said, her voice tightening.

I didn’t care much about the story of this Swanhilda, my head darting around. I noticed a mural on the wall that made me blink. It was made of the same whites and blacks, the darker colors adding deep shadows and lines to make the white figures stand out more. A sad man watched on as a woman lay in the passionate arms of another man.

My head cocked. As Thea explained how Swanhilda abandoned her vows to have a torrid affair with the bard, I found myself drifting towards the mural, padding along on all fours. This picture didn’t fit here. It was clearly a woman doing exactly what this Swanhilda did.

“It broke her vows to our God and twisted her priestly connection,” Thea was saying as I reached the mural. “Las stepped in as he always does when one of his father’s servants becomes weak. She dedicated herself to lust, becoming such a hussy. After she tired of her dalliance with the bard, she moved onto other vices. But she needs money. She rents our her magics, prostitutes herself in every way imaginable. She put a spell of ardor on Ava, giving her an unnatural attraction to another.”

“My father,” Ava whispered.

“Did you make a mural about Swanhilda?” I asked, standing only a foot away. I peered at the sad man. “Is this her husband watching her cuckold him.”

“No, no,” Otmar said. I heard the padding of feet, the rustling of robes. His scent grew stronger. “That is Luben witnessing his wife, Biaute lying with one of her many lovers. If you notice the slight curve to her belly.”

“She’s pregnant!” I gasped, staring at the representation of the Goddess of Beauty.

“The only child she ever conceived for her husband, Luben,” Otmar said. “But her wanton ways corrupted their son. Las was birthed brimming with desire. But Luben loved her still. He was faithful to her, welcoming her back after her trysts.”

“What a fool,” I said, my tail slashing behind me. “Why would anyone want to be with someone who cheats on them and hurts them? Look at how sad he is.”

“Very…” Otmar said, his voice thick. I smelled shame bleeding off of him. “Just like Swanhilda’s husband, our God made an oath. He could not break it. Nor could he change how his heart felt. He could only hope that Biaute would one day stop hurting him.”

That sounded utterly foolish. Why be with someone that caused you pain. My last Masters hurt me all the time. But Sven… I chose him to be my owner. He didn’t hurt me. Well, he did, but in a way that made me feel even sexier. But he didn’t injure my heart.

“Swanhilda is your daughter, isn’t she?” I asked.

“She is,” Otmar said, his voice tight. “Which is why we will do what we can for Ava. But the only way to break the spell is through marriage.”

“Marriage?” Sven asked. “You mean, a Lubenite marriage?”

I frowned at that. It didn’t sound… like anything my Sven would want.

“I’m not one for monogamy,” Sven continued.

“I think you’ve proven that, brother mine,” Kora said. She was so much more comfortable loving her brother now. The more people who learned about their incestuous love, the more pride she took in it.

“It is the only way,” Thea said. “You will have to limit your love to just Ava, swearing before Luben to be her faithful husband.”

“But I have more women I love,” Sven said. “I won’t cut off my heart from them.”

“Do you truly love all these women?” Skepticism thickened the priestess’s voice.

It made me bristle. “Of course he does,” I hissed, whirling around from the mural. “He loves me and Nathalie. He loves Kora and Aingeal and Ava. He’s falling in love with Greta and Ealaín, too.”

Sven gave me a strange look. For a moment, I caught something in his scent. Something pained. My brow furrowed but before I could say anything, he said, “She’s right. I have a big heart. I care for my women. I love them. I don’t want to give them up, but…”

“No,” Ava said. “He shouldn’t have to give them up. I accept that he loves them. I love them. I don’t want to be monogamous either. I want to share my heart with Sven’s other women.”

Thea studied my Master. “Follow me, young man.”

Sven returned her invitation with an arched, cocky smile.

“Prove to me that you truly love all these women,” she said. “Convince Luben of the sincerity of your heart.”

The priestess whirled around, her short hair flaring out from her head. Then she marched with purpose through the worship hall, her footsteps echoing through the high vaults. Sven marched after her, his long strides catching up to her in a few paces. He fell in beside her as she led him to a side door. They vanished through it.

I glanced up at Otmar. “Not worried that my Master will convince your wife that he can love more than one woman by showing her his passion? He has a fondness for married women. He always finds that they… respond to a younger lover. Someone that can give them pleasure.” I couldn’t help myself. “He is skilled with women. He knows how to touch us. How to give us what he wants. He’s pleased faerie princesses and queens. He’s seduced farm wives and noble ladies. He has that smile that just makes you feel so womanly when he gives it to you. It makes me quiver.”

Otmar shrugged.

“So you have no doubts that your wife won’t fall to his blandishments? That she’s not yearning for delights she experienced in her younger days. Before your marriage.”

“We both were virgins when we married,” he answered.

“Then maybe she’s curious at what she’s missed. She must have counseled so many couples who couldn’t stay faithful to monogamy. She’s heard from so many women about the delights they experienced with other men. Maybe… it’s in the back of her mind.” My tail swished faster. This was a fun game. He stood there so rigid. So confident in his wife.

I breathed in and still smelled no jealousy. I hoped my Master did cuckold this man.

“Those of us who have sworn to monogamy devote ourselves to sharing pleasures with our spouse,” Otmar said, his voice calm. I didn’t detect any jealousy or worry souring his scent. “Thea and I have explored all the delights two can share with each other. She has no need to search for her pleasure from another. It’s one of the things we are taught. Sharing physical love, maintaining that intimacy, is an important part of sustaining fidelity.”

“So… your daughter and her husband had that same training, and yet she dallied.” I couldn’t help myself.

His jaw tightened.

I winced. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

He relaxed after a moment. “I swore my fidelity.” He turned to face the mural. “I would be like Luben, watching as my Biaute strayed time and time again, unable to stop her because you can’t control those you love.

“You can only have faith in them that they won’t hurt you.”

I nodded my head, getting that, at least. “I did that with Sven. I believed in him. I gave myself to him. I’m his slave, even though he keeps trying to free me. It’s a little annoying when he does that.”

The priest smiled at me. “It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Trusting the one you love.”

“Yes, it is,” I said, nodding my head in full agreement. A strange worry crossed my stomach. Maybe Sven would try to seduce this man’s wife. He couldn’t help himself. He was a rogue. He enjoyed the challenge, and a priestess of Luben, one whose vows were sworn to a God himself, would be such a triumph to bed.

But if he did… How would we help Ava then? Why did Thea need to lead only Sven off? Ava claimed she loved others, too, but it was my Master that the priestess sought to interrogate alone. My stomach suddenly roiled.

I glanced that the priest as he stood resolute in his faith of his wife. I hoped it wasn’t misplaced.

To be continued…

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