Cumslut Cleric Pt. 01

My name is Rhysa, Cleric of Malledon, Companion of the Adventurer's Guild and I'm here to make a proper public service announcement!

Spells, particularly complicated ones, often come with a 'Read Before Casting' section. Usually, the consequences aren't particularly dire. There may be temporary inconveniences or accidents but nothing severe. I'm here to tell you that you should, in fact, always read the warnings! It may save you from having your entire life altered in a single moment.

The day everything changed for me began just like any other. It started in our little camp, with breakfast cooking in a skillet over the fire while Bront played a cheerful tune on his pan flute. All of my closest companions were there, busying themselves with preparation for the journey ahead. We had nearly reached the edge of the Fathom Forest and were close to our destination.

Er'tannon, an exiled elven prince and our leader, was the first to wake up. I know only because I was the second. He greeted me warmly when I stood up and I offered him a smile.

The prince was the kindest person I knew and one of the most attractive, especially in partial dress as he had been that morning. That said, looking was as far as I could take things with him even though I wanted much more. He desired men, I believed, but late at night when it was my turn at watch, I would often fantasize about what it would be like to share his bedroll.

Not that I would know what to do with an elf lord such as himself. I was young and shy, often blushing intensely when anyone made an attempt to show their appreciation for my looks or desire to be with me. I couldn't help it!

Let me explain that and provide some context.

You see, I was brought up as an altar maiden at Our Holy Lord Malledon's Grand Cathedral in Tursis after my mother left me in a basket on the steps of the front door. Father Durian was chosen to be my guardian, raising me throughout my childhood and into my teenage years. He was kind and caring, even if he was somewhat stern. I wanted for nothing and knew that my life was my own. Still, study of the Holy Tomes was important to both and I would fall asleep listening to him read from them. Those are my fondest childhood memories.

At the age of eighteen I completed my service as an altar maiden and it was time I joined my sisters in the Convent of Light. That was where I first learned of my talent for accepting the pure energy of my chosen deity Malledon and shaping it into healing rites and spells. I spent my time in prayer and practicing rites, spells, and incantations. When I wasn't, I enjoyed reading quietly to myself in any quiet nook I could find or taking walks around the lush gardens maintained by the priests and monks.

It was during my brief two years at the Convent where I truly matured into a woman. My body developed curves and my curly head of blonde hair was longer and straighter. I enjoyed how my robes looked with a full chest underneath and would sometimes try to lower the neckline of my conservative robes to show a little more cleavage. I was not sure why I wanted to do that at the time and I did get scolded for it.

My thoughts were confusing at that time. I was starting to notice the church I belonged to was not always aligned with the values of Malledon or the Six. This was disturbing, but not nearly as disturbing as my internal desires. I found myself looking at my Sisters as they dressed in the morning or undressed in the evening. I noticed when the swells of their breasts were larger than my own or their legs more shapely. There were female bodies of all shapes and sizes around me constantly! It felt wrong but I simply had to look.

It was Sister Ylanna who first complimented my body and I remember how tingly I felt at her remarks. It was through her eyes that I began to see myself as someone others desired. She was attractive and only four years older. It was her who showed me it was okay to prefer women. Together we explored a kind of sexuality I had never even known existed! We would meet up in secret after our sacred duties at the Cathedral and make passionate love to each other. It felt like, at last, that I understood something about myself. I finally knew why my gaze lingered on other women and why there would sometimes be a wetness between my legs when I did. I was with her in secret for around a year and a half. At the age of twenty, she and I decided to part ways. I grew fully disillusioned with the Holy Order and how it interpreted the wills of our Gods. It was time for me to leave the Convent and begin a life that was my own. A life I could spend serving Malledon directly without the overdressed trappings of religion. Ylanna did not wish to leave the only home she had ever known.

I put together my things and left.

Shortening a long tale, it turned out I was not quite ready to be on my own. My naivety led me into situations I barely made it out of. It was a dark time in my life, a time when I was taken advantage of by the first man I fell for. Even worse, I struggled to find work despite my strong healing skills, leaving me wondering why I left the Cathedral. Those thoughts led me to the notion that I needed to feel a sense of community once again instead of doubting myself.

So one year ago, at the age of twenty-three, I joined the Adventurer's Guild of Hammerton. It was very easy for me to gain membership. The Guild Master made no secret of his excitement over a healer applying to join up. Evidently, good healers were rare! And more than one group of companions had been requesting one for months. I was trained over the course of the winter and by spring, I left Hammerton and met up with Er'Tannon and his party on the road.

Which brings us back to that fateful morning at the edge of the forest, with me preparing for a day of travel as my companions did the same. In addition to our handsome leader, there was Rezzok, Naa'lissa, Bront, Verian, and Chaylam. Forgive me, but I have to take a moment to introduce my companions! All of them are essential parts of my story so let's get the basics out of the way.

Rezzok was our lithe, agile jack-of-all-trades. He could get into anywhere and retrieve anything we required. He was a halfling and the only party member shorter than me. Rezzok was also a complete scoundrel with no respect for anyone save our leader. We usually called him Zok for short. He hated it, which is why they all used it as his name. I think he always felt more comfortable keeping everyone away than with making friends, though.

Naa'lissa, or Lissa for short, was a quiet elven ranger who was centuries old and completely different from Er'tannon. He was highborn, a noble. She was an elf of the water and trees, a guardian of nature. She was also our tallest party member and the most stunning, in my opinion. We became friends early on but we never became close friends, as we simply had so little in common. Still, I would often catch myself staring at her long, beautiful red hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. Her body was the perfect image of physical fitness but also, somehow, the most attractive feminine form I've had the pleasure of seeing with my own eyes. And I saw her often, as she had no qualms with nudity.

Bront was a former mercenary who left his criminal life behind after serving time in an Imperial cell. He was a human just past the age of fifty. Nevertheless he was perhaps the most capable of us all, save Naa'lissa. He had street smarts, skill with most martial weapons, and a fantastic sense of humor. His fireside tales became popular amongst our little group. We did become close friends but he maintained a polite distance physically. At almost thirty years my senior, there was no sexual attraction between us. Don't get me wrong, he was muscular and fit with a confident jaw-line and one the best backsides I've ever seen. It just always felt like sex wasn't something either of us wanted from each other, especially as I still preferred women overall. I was only still learning how to enjoy my attraction to men at the time.

Which brings me to the male companion who did end up helping me gain experience with men.

Verian was an elemental mage and quickly became my closest companion of them all. His real name was actually Veriandandorian and he came from a mysterious land far north where the sun stays hidden for days during certain parts of the year. Being nearly thirty, he was close enough to my age for us to feel the energy of attraction the more time we spent together. It was exciting for me to draw the interest of a good man and replace memories of betrayal with new, amazing ones. I have fond memories of how easy it was to remove his white and blue robes. I remember his thin, soft body as I lay beneath him. His shoulder length auburn hair framing his handsome face as he made slow, passionate love to me...

Anyway, we eventually decided to take a break from the romance during a particularly challenging series of quests that required all of us to be at our best. Nevertheless, we remained close. I always appreciated him for helping me restore that part of my complicated sexuality.

And then there was Chaylam, our Monk. He and I did not see eye-to-eye on anything, it felt like. He worshiped a deity that was at odds with my own so we decided to keep our distance for the sake of party cohesion. On top of that, he is a quiet, private man from a foreign land. I never did learn much about him.

You'll see, in time.

So those were my companions! A motley bunch, we knew, but we worked extremely well together. We were given difficult assignments from the guild and yet we had the best track record of success. So when we set out that morning on the road to the tombs of Kiranesh, it was with confidence and purpose. A dark energy was coalescing there, drawing to it creatures of shadow and men of ill intent. The local towns were experiencing the first signs of a growing evil.

We determined early on after taking the quest that the villain was likely the infamous lich known as Hyrios the Horrible. Er'Tannon and Lissa knew of Hyrios and spoke to the crimes he committed over two hundred years before. That information informed our tactics and prepared for the coming fight. I remember that I spent much of my time going over the necessary rites to dispel any enchantments that might offer the lich a chance to raise an army of skeletons or worse. My role would be to hold that enchantment at the ready but focus mainly on healing everyone and supporting them in combat.

It would be a challenging encounter for me. I knew it long before we entered the tomb's broken, half buried entrance. The rites I was to perform weren't simple disenchantments. They were meant to nullify the lich's magical sway over his minions. He would use fear and hate as foundations for his magic. Rites of bravery and love would need to be layered over Hyrios' spells. Which was something he was sure to try and prevent.

On top of that, Verian introduced me to a spell that might buy us a little time should ol' Hyrios put up more of a fight than expected. What he showed me was an incantation he had scrawled onto a small piece of paper. I saw that it was meant to charm a person or animal. Neat!

"Now, we do not understand what this will do when cast upon the lich, but even if it only buys a single precious moment to act while he resists the spell, then it will have been worth it. He may be able to resist damage from the elements or the light of your deity, but this simple Charm incantation will force him to deal with it. If he does not, then even I cannot predict what would happen to him." Verian said.

I replied by voicing my concern. "Verian, I've never done an incantation like this before. If I miss, what will the consequences be? And does it come with any warnings?"

He put a thumb and forefinger to his smooth chin and considered it for a moment. "You know, I don't actually remember which spellbook this particular incantation comes from. However, I have cast Charm dozens of times. If you miss, then maybe Chaylam will like you for a couple of days, something like that."

We both shared a laugh.

"As for the warnings, well..."

I knew that look. Verian had not read the 'Read Before Casting' portion in his spellbook for this version of Charm. I glared at him. I sometimes wish, looking back, I had glared harder.

He rushed to explain. "Sorry, I know, I know. You will only cast this in the most dire of circumstances, considering the risk. And I'll be sure to tell the others to be ready to act."

I wasn't satisfied with his response but I went about memorizing the damned spell anyway. After all, my rites were powerful and I likely wouldn't need to cast it. This meat my roles would be healing my companions, casting my rites at the right moment, and then saving our collective butts with a Charm spell, if needed. Thus, when the fight with Hyrios began after hours of traveling and battling through crypts, Bront and Verian remained close by me. Er'Tannon had asked them both to do so, saying that if I were to be taken out of the fight then all may be lost. No pressure, right?

Lissa was the first to truly wound our enemy! She shot him with a light-touched arrow imbued with the natural energies of sunbeams and starlight. Hyrios shrieked when the arrow pierced into his skinless ribcage, casting light directly into the darkness of his exposed soul.

At that moment, Zok tumbled out of his hiding place and made a run for the lich's phylactery, small smithing hammer in hand. Were he to break it, the fight would immediately end as Hyrios' eternal soul dissipated to nothingness.

Instead, Hyrios jerked Lissa's arrow free and sent it flying with force magic directly at Rezzok. The halfling deftly avoided what would have been a killshot. Yet, while we were all distracted, the scattered bones around us began to move and slide along the floor. Skeletons began to assemble and I knew it was time for me to use my rites to counter them.

I began chanting the appropriate words and focusing my willpower on shaping the energy Malledon had provided me. I built powerful waves of love and courage until I reached my apex potential. Then, just as I cast my rite, someone fell into me and knocked me to the floor!

My energies successfully blanketed the lich and his minions, but as I landed on my side I could tell something had not gone according to plan. The skeletons fell apart as expected but Hyrios seemed unphased. He began to siphon my rites to him, twisting the energy with chaos. It was all happening so fast!

Laying on my stomach, I could not see what everyone else was doing. Verian was hurling ice bolts at the unreasonably tall lich. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bront dueling with an undead warrior in blacksteel armor. There was nothing else to do, in my mind, but cast the Charm spell on Hyrios and pray to Malledon it did something helpful.

Still on the floor, I recited the words to the spell, keeping my eyes on Hyrios' skeletal hands as he continued to gather energy into a visible ball.

Then, it happened! We both cast our spells simultaneously and the energies collided in the space between us. My spell was much weaker, being a simple incantation. Hyrios' orb of re-purposed energy easily reflected my Charm spell back to me. It hit me less than a second before the chaos orb washed over me and I fell unconscious.

***

I awoke confused, laying in a moving cart upon my own bedroll. It took a moment for me to get my bearings.

"Rhysa, are you okay?"

The voice belonged to Er'tannon but my vision remained unclear, unfocused. He spoke again but not to me.

"Stop the cart!" He called out. "Someone bring me a waterskin."

All of my companions, even Chaylam, gathered around me. Their presence was a cooling salve, easing my soul back from unconsciousness. Each one took a moment to express their joy at seeing me awake. Evidently, I was so deep into unconsciousness that I was initially thought dead! Until that very moment, they did not know for sure if I would return to them.

"Thank you all, truly!" I offered after Bront finished greeting me with signs of happy tears in his eyes. "It means more than I could ever express to be shown such care and kindness!"

I noticed that all of my companions were alive and relatively unharmed. It appeared I was the only casualty of our battle with the lich. That was confirmed when Bront hopped into the cart and told me the story of what happened while we resumed traveling to a nearby town.

It seems after Bront had inadvertently knocked me down at the surprise appearance of the blacksteel warrior, the encounter was not looking good for us. Everyone was occupied with individual fights or side struggles, preventing us from coordinating effectively against Hyrios himself. That is, until I cast the Charm spell.

You see, my observations had been correct. Hyrios was busy gathering the energy I had blanketed the area with and staving off Verian's ice bolts at the same time. When my simple incantation flew in his direction, he basically just gave up trying to corrupt my initial rites and threw everything he had gathered at me out of desperation. That was precisely the distraction Rezzok needed to make a second run at the phylactery and end the lich for good.

It was a great victory.

We stopped an hour or so later and I took the opportunity to gather my pack and stretch my legs. Lissa walked with me to a nearby tree line where I took off my comfortable, ornate, and enchanted robes while she stood watch. I loved those soft robes, but it wasn't smart to wander the world with them on. Also, I had some personal hygiene to attend to as well as some venison jerky I wanted to chew on while I got myself situated.

Feeling cleaner, I pulled on my custom tailored leather pants and accompanying top. I preferred to keep my leathers form fitting, as did most who wore similar types. It just felt right and was practical. Modesty was important to me, so I also wore a green and brown traveling cloak that hung down all the way the back of my legs. I buckled on my pouches and began to load them with items from my pack.

Lissa and I walked out of the tree line and back to our little caravan. I was feeling so much better and even found myself smiling as I walked beside my companions. It seemed I had escaped the encounter relatively unscathed. Everything was in order and we would all soon be drinking ale and wine at the Silver Claw Tavern in the small town of Pyke. A town full of people who would be grateful for what he accomplished.

Except, something was wrong. Very wrong.

As I walked, I couldn't help but notice I was becoming increasingly aroused. As I've explained, I come from a conservative background. While I had allowed myself to enjoy Verian as well as a few women here or there during my travels, I was certainly not someone who engaged in sexual activity often. That was largely due to my shyness but, more importantly, because I just didn't often find myself aroused. Maybe a little, especially if I was cuddled around the fire with Lissa or if Verian gave me a fond look.

No, the arousal I was experiencing on the road to Pyke was far different, and far more powerful! I felt it in my core. A part of me wanted to disappear into the woods, remove my pants, and bring myself to a much needed orgasm. A stronger feeling was wanting to taste Verian in my mouth as I had in months prior. My tight leathers were becoming damp and I was very thankful for my cloak.

I knew Pyke was not far so I promised myself I would try to find and woo an attractive local. That would fix it.

Only, the situation grew worse. Every step I took caused my leathers to rub pleasurably against my sex. My nipples were hard and extended, causing them to brush against the somewhat rigid, supple material. The crotch of my pants was absolutely drenched.