In normal circumstances the husband and the wife would never entertain the idea of engaging in lewd, obscene actions like fucking while other people are watching them, but the idea of having kids, of saving their marriage by being fixed of their problems was overwhelming their logic, moreover the rage from finding out that soone had cursed them both was boiling their blood, giving them the strength to push past that barrier.
It forged sothing new between them at that mont. A silent agreent. Their eyes t. A single heartbeat passed.
And then they moved.
The duchess stepped toward Luna first, her fingers catching the high priestess's wrist before it could retreat from the lazy circle it drew against her own slick folds. The movent was bold — far bolder than the duchess herself realized — and her husband followed, stepping in behind Luna so that the three of them ford a tight triangle of heat and skin.
"Oh?" Luna blinked once, clearly amused but not surprised.
The duke's hands slid up her sides, palms brushing the softness of her waist before cupping her breasts from behind.
"If we need points," he murmured low, his breath grazing the shell of her ear, "then we'll take them from you."
The duchess, her cheeks flushed but her resolve sharp, pressed forward until she could taste Luna's breath on her lips. Her hands replaced Luna's at her own core, fingers dipping lower, learning the rhythm Luna had teased herself with.
"You said you'd help us," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "Then help us… like this."
"Mmm… so the noble couple chooses to hunt together." Luna's crimson eyes softened, a slow smile curving her lips.
Her hips rolled back into the duke's touch, forward into the duchess's hand, her body an elegant bridge between them.
"Very well, my sweet lord and lady," she purred. "Let us see just how much devotion you can offer the Mother… when you take it from ."
Without another word, her hands rose, each tracing a path down the duchess's spine to the swell of her backside. Her grip was soft yet possessive, almost hypnotizing — one finger hooking forward to draw a slow, featherlight stroke across the duchess's clit.
The duchess froze, startled. Every hair on her body seed to rise at once, heat trickling from Luna's finger right down to her toes. Her legs shook. Her lips parted. Her nipples tightened into stiff pink buds against her chest.
The duke felt the change instantly — his wife's breath hitched, her knees nearly giving way — and it sparked sothing primal in him.
If Luna were testing them, they would not falter.
The duke t his wife's gaze for a split second, reading her desire the way he had done so many tis during their marriage; however, now it was more intense, deeper, stronger, wilder. He could easily see how aroused, how horny, how desperate for pleasure and child his wife was; he could feel it in her touch, taste it in her kiss. And when he pushed his finger forward, he felt her tense like a string, making him tighten his grasp on the high priestess's plump booty.
He leaned in, his chest pressing against Luna's back, his lips ghosting along the curve of her neck.
"Then we'll give her everything," he murmured, aning the Mother — and perhaps Luna herself.
And she responded in kind, as though the challenge had drawn out so hungry side of her — so side she hadn't been permitted to show to the new guests of the temple, or at least not like this. Luna's hunger took a different form.
She ground her backside against the duke's cock, teasing it into her cheek with a motion of her hip that was too expert not to have been learned.
The duchess swallowed, her body thrumming with a mixture of nerves and determination. She shifted her stance, her thigh brushing between Luna's legs, adding a new layer to the rhythm already building.
"Mm… united in purpose, unashad in touch… yes, this pleases the Mother." Luna's smile widened, her voice a silken hum.
Without another word, the duke moved, his lips trailing a path of warm breath and light caresses down Luna's shoulders. He kissed the skin between her shoulder blades, leaving behind a trail of glistening drops. His hands, still cupping her breasts, began to play with the firm globes. He teased the nipples with his thumbs, gently pulling and twisting until they beca hard, pink buds.
He lowered his head and took one of Luna's nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more force. The taste was new, a mix of salt and sothing else he couldn't quite place. He pulled harder, his tongue swirling around the areola — and then a small spurt touched his tongue.
Milk.
The discovery lit a hunger in him that had nothing to do with courtly restraint. His grip tightened, and he suckled with a deep, slow pull, his throat working greedily. It was not the polished, teasing play of a nobleman — it was the steady, instinctive feeding of a child, a sound of low satisfaction humming in his chest as if he could drink the strength of the Mother herself.
Luna's head tilted back against his shoulder, her lashes fluttering, but she did not resist. If anything, she arched subtly into him, her crimson eyes locking with the duchess's.
The duchess, drawn forward by a magnetism she could no longer deny, sank to her knees before the high priestess. Her hands slid up along the smooth columns of Luna's thighs, fingertips teasing the soft skin before dipping into the heat between them. Her lips followed, brushing the slick folds, tasting the faint salt and honey that clung there.
From above ca the sound of the duke growling around Luna's nipple, followed by her moaning and the sweet sound of milk hitting his mouth and throat.
Below, the duchess felt her pulse thudding in her throat. Every movent felt sharper, heavier, amplified by the silent intent. She ran her tongue around Luna's labia, a slow, hot lap that parted her folds like the velvet petals of a rose. The nectar from her pussy was more pronounced, lingering in her mouth, tingling and rich like wine. The duchess felt it move from her tongue down her throat, like an offering — like a blessing.
In another life, in another mont, neither duke nor duchess would have allowed such obscenity to unfold — not between themselves and another, not in the open, not under watchful eyes. But the promise of children, the salvation of their bond, and the burning knowledge that they had been cursed into barrenness… it forged sothing raw, urgent, unshakable between them.
Their eyes t again over Luna's body — his above, hers below — and without a word, the silent agreent solidified: they would not hold back.
Luna's body beca the conduit of their shared need — their hands, mouths, and breath weaving together in a single act of devotion that was as primal as it was sacred.
"Good," Luna whispered, her tone edged with satisfaction. "If you wish for the Mother's blessing… You must offer yourselves without fear, without doubt."
...
For a whole two hours, the duke and his wife kept pleasuring Luna. Their tongues lapped her pussy and breasts like the sweetest ice cream. Her delicious milk gave them strength and nourishnt, and the taste of her pussy was ineffable.
The long foreplay irritated Luna a little. After all, she never had to waste ti with foreplay, always jumping straight to a hot, rough breeding, but she allowed herself so patience for the sake of her Mother's plans and the couple's marriage.
When they finally finished and lifted their mouths from her tits and pussy they were granted the sight of the most beautiful and hottest woman ever created, moaning and groaning with pleasure, her nipples swollen and her cunt squirting sweet honey and sticky sli. Her expression was one of lust and happiness, one hand still cupping her swollen, milk-filled breasts as the other played with her clit.
"That was exactly what I needed~" She bead, crimson eyes shining with bliss, she was still wet and hot, still tightened, not satisfied with the simple pleasure of her being sucked and milked.
'Sigh.... At least mommy promised to breed later,' She sighed in disappointnt and forced herself to smile. 'Now to break the new couple'
"I can see how devoted you two are," She said, smiling and started walking back towards the marble door, her plump buttocks wobbling softly.
"Follow "
The couple could only nod. Their breaths ca faster as they entered the Sanctum of Transformation. They couldn't hide the excitent in their eyes and the tremble in their steps. They were ready for a big change, and it made Luna happy; after all, a baby wouldn't happen without so strength and power.
Ding!
There was a bright light for a second, and then a blue holographic interface materialised in front of the couple, one each. In the interface was a hologram of their naked bodies. On the left side was a list of the changes they could apply to their bodies, and on the right was their basic information, like nickna, race, and gender.
However, the most important information was the negative effects or the debuffs.
The duchess was suffering from stage two womb damage and a curse that was sucking the life force from her ovum, making any chance of pregnancy impossible. Her husband was suffering from the sa curse, but with the sen.
"T-This...." The couple was horrified reading their current situations; fortunately, the damage and the curses could be removed as long as the caster wasn't divine and weaker than Morgana herself.
SNAP!
"Use this," Luna snapped her fingers, and one specific body modification appeared on the left side for both of them.
[Perfect Body: push aside your limits, perfect your body from the inside to the outside to the best version it can ever be]
[Cost: 1000P]
The price was high, but for the two of them, performing sexual acts with the high priestess generated enough points after the full two hours.
"Thank you, high priestess." The duke and his wife bowed in gratitude. "We'll not forget this."
"Don't thank ," Luna gave them a charming, beautiful smile. Her huge milkies jiggled.
"Thank the Mother for her blessings."
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[The End of Volu Three: As A Goddess]
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