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Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 16:37

The long deliberation again ended in nothing, and Stepan decided to leave the fate of the final stage of his assignment to luck and fate. No, this time he did not flip a coin, having done both simpler and more complicated things. He just decided to cast a spell on Shera, but it was as strong and insidious as a weak shaman, whose specialty was not love spells but healing. Would the spirit, pumped up with power and a couple of weak blessings of the strengthening type be able to reach the priestess and break through her defenses? Well, then so be it, so fuck perfect execution. If he couldn't, or if the priestess did notice the influence - and it was hard not to if you took your mind off it and assessed your own condition, even if you didn't want to - then it was his destiny to practice breaking the curse of repentance from the Life-Giver.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 06:01

He'd sent the spirit on the penultimate night before the full moon, just as Shera had finally relaxed and seemed determined not to wound Pann's pride, who was glaring with black eyes and searching with all his might for a way through her defenses. In fact, the black eyes were from a couple of simultaneous projects he'd been working on after he'd “won” all five talents and gotten access to the right reagents. If he had spent a little less effort on preparation and reinsurance if he hadn't been scattered between several goals, he would have already taken the sixteenth level. But the priestess didn't know that, and probably decided to let him lose with honor since he didn't even accept the direct offer to share a bed and discard a bet. Stepan couldn't say for sure whether she was offended, but something of that nature slipped through, though the priestess herself treated his resentment and stubbornness with condescending patronage. He's just a kid, he'll get over it.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 06:04

In the time before the end of the bet, which was no longer spent on summoning the Veyatel and regular lovemaking with the amorous priestess, the young man had managed to do a lot of things, replenish his collection of summons, negotiate with another powerful spirit of the combat type, secured several ways of invisibility, and destroyed a very brazen spirit of dark orientation. A particularly powerful leech with the ability to eat chunks of aura from the enemy in his knowledge was labeled as an extremely willful and dangerous creature, which must be shown strength, and even then, may not help. But it was able to strike at the level of full-fledged battle charms in the performance of a master of magic with a bias in malefic. The leech had struck him when he refused to pay her for the three living ones that lived on the land around his clearing. He refused quite politely, though without sycophancy, but politeness, even minimal, was taken for weakness.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 06:06

The defense held. The totems were not even damaged, only one and a half protective circuits burned out when the creature rushed forward, aiming for the shaman's face. Well, if he wasn't completely sure of his absolute superiority and perfect safety, he wouldn't have summoned this horror created by the higher spheres. A counter-strike with a couple of influences on the spiritual plane, - a kind of call, only with the purpose of hitting the spirit and causing it pain, a specific branch of skills of shamans and summoners, - followed by an attack of a couple of watchful spirits, which painfully bit the leech that lost its pressure and immediately fled, and then the attack with a spiritual grip. The third hand took the form of a crab claw with a bunch of spikes, literally tearing the spirit to shreds, although not with the first blow. In a fair fight, this battle would have been a much more dangerous adventure, but Stepan did not call the spirit to a fair fight, but to work, which he brazenly refused. Stepan would have let him go, leaving him a deposit for his trouble, but the spirit misjudged the shaman's aura and strength. He was good and powerful with knowledge, but he lacked characteristics, and it would be worth thinking about ways to increase them in the most correct way possible, so as not to ruin his carefully cherished versatility.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 06:57

He got a lot of experience for the fight with the leech. Thanks to it he was almost moving to the next step, which was only two or three days of effective training in the previous mode, and that was if he didn't rush the horses, but gave himself a rest. Well, or finish the work on preparation for the first exit from the body and try to wander through the world of spirits in earnest, you can find two levels there, if you take it seriously. But that would be later, when this stupid epic with the assignment from the Autogoddess, which he had agreed to for some reason, was over. Oh yes, that's right, he had agreed to it for the meta-skills, the main thing was to remind himself more often.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 06:59

Against the backdrop of that battle, a tiny assignment completed in passing went unnoticed, especially since small assignments were no longer given experience at all. Working with the spirits of metal, which needed to strengthen and reinforce at least a dozen iron products, did not cause much difficulty. The most difficult thing was to find a dozen items of iron - his knife as well as nails and horseshoes in the local Lefty's blacksmith shop. No, seriously, the blacksmith in Upper Lyady is indeed left-handed, Stepan had clarified that separately, albeit in passing, Marog himself had told him in that conversation at the inn table. The funny thing was that he hadn't spoken to the blacksmith on the subject nor had he asked him to come to his inner sanctum. He had no doubt they would have let him in, but he still hadn't asked, taking advantage of the remote control of the spirits by simply channeling them by ordering them from his own home. Even if the blacksmith noticed that some of his goods, including horseshoes, were somehow trivially stronger and of higher quality for the same ore characteristics, he would write it off as a random fluctuation.
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Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 08:34

As a reward for the fact that his spirits had directly distorted the spiritual reflection of the bullshit iron, making it better than it was in reality, Stepan received a small ingot of nugget gold, saturated with magic and lying on an earth-type magical source, and another nugget, bigger, but no longer gold. Some kind of local metal, perhaps having an analog on earth, but Stepan didn't know enough about geology. The main thing was that this thing was very noticeably magnetic, and also had some magical properties, so it was used by artifactors as an insulating element. This nugget was even more suitable than the gold nugget as an offering to some rather specific and extremely deep-dwelling spirits, who couldn't be reached without such a medium.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 07:02

He was so pleased that he almost bragged to Shera, but he bit his tongue in time, and she, judging by his smile, thought that the cunning boy had almost prepared his insidious and long-awaited blow. She generally continued to communicate with him as nicely and cheerfully, often allowing him to learn something new about the world around him, but no longer touching the subject of the bet. For this he was very grateful to her, as well as for the way she unobtrusively and unobtrusively pulls up knowledge about the world, which a native of a remote farm could not get purely physically. For this he would have been even more grateful than for the silence about the bet, because he could calmly assimilate the well-known, even if a little biased in favor of the temple of Gaia, but very valuable information, without shying away from asking stupid questions and being called a stupid hillbilly. It made him want to give up both the bet and the coolest part of the reward. Especially since the priestess had repeatedly given him a chance to do it without losing his dignity, but sometimes Stepan was so damn stubborn, and mostly to his own detriment.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 08:58

The spirit sent to the most beautiful woman, from whom Stepan saw only kindness, was in essence very close to the spirits of healers, but still used mainly by specialists in spells. Crude, stupid, and too straightforward against the background of all that the Earthman had already been able to show, it seemed to him inferior and without the slightest chance of success. Although in fact, given the analyzed properties of Shera's divine protection, he had about a sixty-forty chance, even if not in his favor. He sat down in a meditation pose on his bed, sending a spirit to the target, directing it personally, and looking at the sleeping priestess through another spirit.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 09:22

If the Sleepwalker's action was not traceable in the aura or outwardly, the spirit sent on a great mission could not boast such an imperceptible influence. The sleeping priestess began to toss and turn, breathing heavily, her body covered with drops of sweat, her hands, even in her sleep, reached for her tits, her pelvis began to wiggle reflexively at her invisible partner, her mouth opened in an almost orgasmic moan.... and then she woke up. Like a somnambula, she got up, threw her cloak over her nightgown, and without even putting on her shoes went where the image of that sweet and passionate boy named Pann was calling her. She would probably have come to him, half delirious with passion and with the vacant, almost animalistic stare of a cat in heat, but then the corner of the chair came into firm contact with the bone in her foot. Well, at least it was not a little finger, otherwise Stepan would not have forgiven himself such a betrayal.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 09:25

The priestess, bent over with sharp pain and silently cursing, wiped away her sweat and was about to go on her way, even touching the front door, but then she realized that she, almost naked, hot, literally flowing with lust, had woken up in the middle of the night with a clear and very compulsive desire to go to Pann and let him fuck her, fuck doggy style, fuck her lying down, fuck her on top, fuck her in any way he wanted, but fuck her. She clenched her teeth and whispered something that the spirit conveyed in the form of words: “You little, sly, conniving asshole, you almost got me!” and then she sat down on the floor in a prayer position and glowed a soft gold. The spirit watcher, immediately rose higher, avoiding the divine blow, and the spirit that sucked on Shera's aura and spiritual body in the area of her head was literally flushed down the toilet, sending it into the depths of the spheres. Stepan couldn't vouch for it, but it seemed to him in the last images that the spirit sent before its panicked disappearance into the vortex, the classic “bla-bitch-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!!!”, but he wouldn't dare to vouch for it.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 09:01

Back in bed, the priestess twisted around some more then pulled up her shirt and brought herself to orgasm in a matter of minutes, before settling down and falling asleep almost instantly. Well, after that, the argument could be considered officially lost on the Earthman's part, and he wasn't going to prove the untenability of someone else's victory anyway. But for another hour and a half, he searched his contracts among the spirits who knew about curses and hoped very much that he would be able to overcome such an effect and remove it. In his dreams, he had visions of a meeting of the “club of anonymous dislike of the Life-Giver”, in which he was obsessively offered the place of honorary first chairman for the period from here to the end of January, and he shot back with a double-barrelled shotgun a la DOOM, now and then inserting quotes from Duke Nukem in moments of special moral and physical tension.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:36

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Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 07:03

The prayer service over the grain and other sowing materials was over, and the whole village was celebrating the excellent harvest with joy and cheerfulness, even seeming to have almost forgotten about the recent sorrow that had happened here. Stepan, who had attended the very beginning of the celebration, managed to slip away before they tried to get him drunk again. Shera, tired and not really in the mood for noisy celebrations, also slipped away after him, only to drink a cup with Kirik, completing their deal and confirming the debt scroll already signed for her temple. By the way, Kirik could hardly write, it came out very badly, though he read much better, but he wrote his name on the paper by memory, just as a picture, and not by making it out of separate letters, which made it very beautiful.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:38

“No, you certainly had your chances, honestly.” Is it even normal for his Shera to comfort him, taking silence for brokenness and moral breakdown? “Really, I'm not kidding. I'm still lucky I caught on to something and woke up too soon. I didn't even realize how it happened anyway. I still dream that I'm riding you, and now I'm standing in front of the door, ready to go barefoot and barely clothed outside, to you. That's what you should be whipped for, Pann! You could catch a cold, and then you'd have to pray instead of the ritual over Kirik's grain. You could have cured me, you're a healer, but still, it was irresponsible, you shouldn't behave like that.”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:40

Stepan only nodded, agreed, acknowledged, apologized, and inwardly clenched his asshole in anticipation of the inevitable reckoning for all the good things. Shera herself felt some awkwardness from the whole situation and, chewing her lower lip, looked at Stepan as if deciding on something, and then quietly but firmly said that she was giving him one last chance to accept defeat without finishing the bet because she felt indebted to him and just didn't want to hurt his pride for her amusement. Feeling like a complete asshole himself, because he just about won the bet, Stepan still presses the situation to the end.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:41

“No, Shera, I'm grateful to you, but my pride will survive this month, but my honesty won't.” He seemed a degenerate to himself, and time after time he was asking for a curse, driven by greed, stubbornness, and unwillingness to let the contracts already prepared and paid for a week in advance go to waste. “I promised and swore before the spirits, I tried, time after time refusing your offer, thinking I was smarter than everyone else, I failed in this attempt to get you, only almost made you catch a cold. So I'm going to deserve it, that's all.”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:44

Shera looks at him with an attentive gaze, but he meets that gaze without fear or uncertainty, well, almost. In any case, the carefully chosen phrase doesn't contain a lie, so there's no need to worry about a truth check. The priestess looks as if deciding something herself, and then smiles with an anticipatory and slightly sinister grin, standing on her toes and sealing her companion's lips with a kiss that is long, wet, and not so much passionate as cozy. When she pulls her lips away from his, it's clear she's made her decision and won't change it.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:46

“So pity, but I don't think I'll be able to stay here long enough, the ship will arrive either tonight at dark or tomorrow morning. The amulet from the council is heated, so they are already close. This way they are signaling to officials.” To confirm her words, she raised a small copper and silver plaque on a copper chain, which indeed carried the simplest magic of similarity, reacting to the approach of the base. “It's a pity I won't be able to play with you as I want, but maybe that's what She decided to test me for, eh? Sit on the bed, Pann, and yes, I suggest you take off your pants, just as a friend.”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:49

He accepted the friendly advice, a little pale from the overflowing emotions, among which prevailed the usual anger at his own stubbornness, which did not allow him to turn from the chosen path, even if it was a stupid path, there was no further to go. And what if his attempts to remove the influence would not help? What if they only make it worse? What if he's completely fucked up? What if Gaia detects Stepan's system through the curse? What if she's really in league with the Autogoddess and gives her a sign of an unauthorized chosen one? And if, and if suddenly, and then...

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:04

“Don't worry, I've done this many times before, and you know, no one has ever complained..... I mean, they did, but they had a reason, didn't they, my sweet Pann?” Her hands lay on his hips, warm and soft, even caring, radiating a soothing flow of kind and calm power that actually made it easier for him to relax and exhale. “Relax your aura, do not resist my will and Her grace, accept it as it is proper, and do not hide your face in fear.”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:06

Her palms shifted from his hips to his loins, and then to his scrotum, causing his cock to harden quickly, literally against his will and despite all possible exhortations of reason. Slightly glowing golden hands leaned on his balls, pressing them, and Shera smiled a vulgar, satisfied, and so anticipatory smile that it made him think of a predatory beast, not a man, but it didn't look creepy, but so arousing that he had no strength to keep a poker face.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:11

“That's it, sweetie, now I begin to give you repentance, don't resist, and don't be afraid, I will be here by your side the whole time.” She speaks, tightening her grip slightly but not making it painful even in the least, and then she begins to speak, but now her voice is full of power, sounding distant and echoing, bringing with it a piece of the power of her deity. “Let the seed accumulate, let it accumulate, let the young man be filled with excess seed, let the passion boil, let it splash in him, let him overflow with her will, let the loins burn, let their passion be quenched, let the young man erupt with seed, let the seed boil, let it be replenished, let him be bathed in passion time after time, let him bow before her countenance, let him repent in haste from moon to moon!”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:24

With every word she said, a force flowed into his body and aura, alien, but as gentle as possible, so that it was not held back at all by the natural resistance that he had and still had. Yes, now I see why people around him are so afraid of Gaia's curses, why they are so unstoppable. To cause harm with such an effect, one must try very hard, to put in an inordinate amount of effort for the sake of minimal effect. But those actions that do not cause direct harm, but coincide with the aspects and gifts of the Fertile.... they become surprisingly inescapable, even when performed by very fresh novices who have just touched their first priestly ordinances.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:19

All these thoughts filled his head with violent streams and gradually left his head. It was as if he was filled with a warm and soft wave of someone else's power. It removed anxiety and apprehension, leaving only passion and the feeling of an inflated balloon, as he realized himself to be. It was as if several liters of chamomile tea and honey had been poured through his balls and now there were no thoughts left in his head, washed them all away, and dissolved them. He looked at the smiling Shera and thought that he should have smiled back, but he had to do something, and he didn't want to do anything, but the smile crept onto his face anyway. Fortunately, the woman understood exactly what her subject or victim was feeling, so she did not hesitate to throw back the pants she had taken off, calmly and without any ridicule, which he had expected in no small amount, especially given the nature of the priestess's predilections, which could more properly be called a banal fetish.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:21

“Get dressed, Pann, and then sit down.” She said, and he began to do it, feeling his mind returning to him, feeling the strange lazy negativity in which he did not want to do anything, and when he got dressed he took a normal sitting position, and stopped lying like a doll with cut strings. “You know, I didn't mean to bring it all to this, but, in Her name, some men are neither fearful nor cautious. I was honestly going to say no, even now. No, don't think I liked you before when I first met you, but it was only after talking to you that it became clear to me how unspoiled by the big world you are. So consider that I'm not so much doing this for my pleasure as I am giving you a lesson, maybe it will save your life. Later. In the future.”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:22

Stepan's face clearly showed bewilderment, and he felt a slight and slightly muted anxiety. It was muted not only by the remnants of sensations from alien and divine magic but simply because he did not perceive Shera as dangerous, even without magic.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:07

“I told you why I liked my fun so much, why I was so keen to make men dirty their pants, didn't I? I told you, yes, but the ending of that story is quite different from where I left off.” Her smile was soft again, without any predatory nature, but he involuntarily got goosebumps on his back, and he suppressed the instinctive urge to tense his aura and roll all over his body with a wave of magical power, tearing the shroud and preparing for danger. “Those four thugs who attacked me and Aunt Vavia, they all died, but we didn't kill them. We can't. We are almost never able to cut a life short. They were all hanged, for robbery and assaulting the priestesses of Gaia, only they came to the nearest horse track by themselves, on Aunt Vavia's word. Yes, yes, don't round your eyes, Pann, you've got it right, in one of the variants of the prayer, the imposed Overflow of Passion acts in a way that subdues the will. It makes the sinner like a little child who will go anywhere at the command of his mother, who is the Giver of Life, and his elder sister, who will be the priestess who will carry out her will. It is the same prayer, all honestly agreed upon, only slightly modified, more profound in its essence and Her goodness.”

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:10

He was still staring at her, trying to understand what she was saying, even though he'd heard what she'd said, but it didn't fit with his ideas of what a priestess who'd gotten her fetishes out of her system would do to a shaman she'd cursed. Her words and her piercing gaze literally broke the template along with the grooves, calling for a slight panic and attempts to find the curse in the aura, which was too much merged with that aura, not showing up under the shaman's senses to a sufficient degree for understanding.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 11:58

"It doesn't work for long. It disappears quickly, and you also can't order them to hurt themselves, but telling them to follow and hand them over to the guards... yes, it worked, nice and easy. You see, Pann? You willingly let me put this prayer on you, you didn't even resist in the slightest. You yourself didn't even check our pact or my word. You yourself did not clarify the boundaries of the prayer's influence." She smiled brightly, caring and gentle, but at the same time, the boy was a little covered with a belated fear. "Besides, you foolish boy, you were eager to do it, even though I told you not to. And no, I won't kill you, rob you, do you any harm, no. You are a good, really good man, and your grandfather, all my respects to him and his memory. He brought you up properly but did not teach you that you can't trust the world and those who live in it too much. Now you feel good, pleasant and only in the deepest part of your mind a little bit afraid, and remember this fear, Pann, because I like you and I do not want to harm you, as I have seen only good from you. Remember and do not show such stupid and, forgive me Life-giver, absolutely idiotic, as the mind of the sorrowful and crippled head, gullibility and self-confidence. Otherwise, whoever is ever in my place will do this."

Camrad_RIP 29.05.24 в 12:00

Stepan had almost managed to overcome the remnants of tenderness and calmness, almost managed to force himself to tear off the Shroud and strike with a spiritual limb... No, not Shera, he simply could not wish her harm, but himself, right in the center of the loins, next to the auric node of the tantric hearth, trying to damage the basis of the divine influence. He almost made it. Almost, a couple of seconds short of it. Shera unbuttoned the already barely held collar of her dress, exposing her breasts, tits, melons, milkers, and boobs. He saw their every movement, bouncing as they fell out of the tight fabric embrace. He saw it incredibly clear and crisp. He remembered thinking that the effects of the curse could be resisted since the reaction was purely physical and could be corrected and suppressed by medical treatment of the right nerve nodes.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 16:53

A naive earthy young man, hell, so naive!

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 07:03

There was no resistance, no warning or prerequisites: here he was, looking at those tits he had known so many times, at the pink areolae of her nipples, feeling the faintest shadow of a hand in his groin, squeezing his balls and cock, and then it was cascading. His cock twitched a little. It hardened instantly, two beats of a rapidly beating heart echoed in it, but before it was fully hard, he was already caught up in an orgasm, combined with a tremendously violent eruption right into the clothes that had been carefully filed and dressed. There was no strength to hold back the moan, it was simply impossible to hold it back, the pleasure and the animal desire not to stop what was happening made him fall off the bed, frantically jerking his pelvis in an attempt to slightly extend the already unnaturally long burst of pleasure. He could feel the passion spurting out of him jet after jet, but he couldn't bring himself to at least cover himself, he didn't want to stop, didn't want the pleasant warmth and the feeling of someone's impossibly powerful and satisfying grip on his balls to go away at all. So he thrashed in ecstasy on the floor for an unknown amount of time before consciousness returned to a relatively normal state in which he could at least think.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 07:05

"How was it, Pann? Did you like it? No, no, don't answer, look at me, darling, look at me." Shera speaks to him, and he hears her, and when he hears, he listens, he just can't help but listen, unable to disobey, even though he realizes the wrongness of his condition in some corner of his mind, but not even a thought of resistance appeared, so he really looked, even without standing up, at the way Shera pulled up her dress, exposing her legs and her pussy, already glistening with excitement. "Now crawl to me, on all fours, like a doggie. Crawl over and start licking, for all the pleasure I've given you, lick and kiss me there, play with my bud with your tongue, oh-oh-oh-oh, you're a skillful boy after all, oh, that's it, yes!"

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 07:58

Stepan, without the slightest attempt to resist her orders, crawled on all fours, without getting on his feet, as she had said, to her crotch, pressed his face into her slightly overgrown pubis, which she was obviously caring for, and began to lick it. Willingly, obediently, gladly even, and he had no doubt that she could have asked him to bark, he would not have refused, he would not even have thought to resent it. His consciousness swam and drifted away, but his tongue and her pussy, her bud, her seemingly deliciously sweet twat, they existed outside of time and space, and so he licked, listening to her moans, but still licking, not stopping even when she pressed his face into her slit with all her might, clutching his head with her thighs, releasing her love juices onto his lips and tongue, almost screaming with pleasure. He only slid his tongue even deeper into her, lapping at the bump of her clit with his lips, trying to bring her as many pleasurable moments as possible.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 08:01

This went on for a while longer before it let him go a little. He realized himself again as Stepan, not an appendage to his tongue, whose raison d'être remained the sweet Shera's pussy. She was lying on his bed, relaxed and content, fully clothed, even with her dress down, and he was sitting at her feet, on his knees, as she had once joked, kneeling in service to the Giver of Life. Little by little his groin felt uncomfortably wet and moist, streams of seed had hopelessly stained his clothes, and if he didn't want to be disgraced by the whole village, he would have to clean himself somehow, later, when it became interesting to him again, for now he had Shera to decide for himself and tell him what he was even interested in and needed.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 08:14

“Is it letting you go or still keeping you?” In a smooth and lazy, nonchalant, and calm tone, she clarifies, sitting down on the bed again and carefully making sure not to give him an extra glimpse of her naked body, which caused him some irrational resentment. Noticing his still lost but slightly more focused gaze, she begins to speak. “When you can get angry again, remind yourself, time after time, how many times I've suggested you drop it. Heh, I won't lie, in my original plan I would have used a simple Prayer of Repentance, not this variation of it. Few even among us priestesses are as proficient at it as I am. I learned it on purpose, I swore to myself that day that I would learn it as well. But I'm sorry, I had to rub your face in your silly bravado to make it stick. And a polished flower is the price you pay for that lesson. By tomorrow morning your servitude will be gone like water, and the rest of the moon will be a regular overflow on you, so it's better not to think vulgar thoughts and dream about tits in front of honest people. I'll be on the ship by then, or I'll even be able to sail... Take care of yourself, silly Pann, and don't be so gullible, so, oh, so foolishly naive, okay? I don't want to hear about your ignominious and foolish death one day, just like you. Farewell, then, and forgive me for my lesson. I will not hide it, I have spent it at my pleasure.”

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 08:18

She got up. She helped him up and onto the bed, put a pillow under him, and only then got herself together, and drank the herbal decoction, still warm from brewing. She stood for a moment in front of the closed door but addressed him.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 16:50

"Are you angry?" If Stepan had been in a normal state of mind, he would have bet his clearing against a penny that the woman was overcome by a sudden attack of shame. "Just answer honestly."

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 16:47

"I don't know, Shera." The answer was brutally honest, only sleepy and forced out because he had to break through the submissive tenderness that had been imposed on him. "I really am a fool for getting into this. You really did offer, almost begged me to refuse. I should have listened to you."

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 16:38

If she began to ask deeper questions, to inquire as to the reasons why he had been so insistent on closing this dispute with her victory in the first place, his secret would be revealed. The realization of the danger that had passed close by, the realization that he was about to tell her everything humbly and candidly, came and went, indifferently met by his bewitched mind. She asked a few more questions, but to his delight, the priestess was interested in something else entirely. She asked if he liked her or only interacted with her because she was a priestess. She asked how he felt about her and her religion, her goddess. Asked, in passing and immediately apologizing, if he had actually helped the village, rather than first helping them get sick and then coming to their aid. After the last question she blushed and apologized for two or three minutes, sincerely and even shamefully, and it was obvious that she was more ashamed of such a question, of having thought of such a thing at all, than of the dishonest and devious trick she had pulled on the young man's will.

Camrad_RIP 28.05.24 в 16:46

He answered without stammering, without trying to be coy or deceitful, without even holding anything back, talking about everything. He liked her, and though at the beginning he had been afraid of her and was ready to fight to the death, and then, after that night, he suspected her of bad things, but in time the sympathy had become pure and full. He talked about how pleasant it was for him to communicate with her and learn new things from her, how pleased he was that she did not mock how little he knew about the world around him. He told how he could not pass by the dying settlement and that no reward - fortunately, it was not necessary to specify that he meant not only material but also systemic - would not have made him work as hard as the opportunity not to let ordinary people die, who also accepted him with all warmth and care, especially against the background of the fact that before that he had not seen much good from people on his way.

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:07

They didn't talk very long, less than half an hour, and by the end of it, Shera seemed to feel like a total asshole for her suspicions. Kissing him goodbye, she turned around, in the doorway, grinning again with a predatory grin, and then pulled her dress up, exposing her legs, slowly-slowly opening her buttocks, ass, butt, making him feel the same sensations again, continuously and abundantly down his pants. Through his own moans and the frantic pounding of blood in his ears, he heard her last order, barely audible against the barrage of sensations.

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:14

"Sleep, Pann, sleep and rest." She said with a touch of sadness, as well as a touch of anger, and he, already following that order, still heard the phrase that wasn't meant for him. "Why the fuck do I feel like a fucking bitch now, huh? Why didn't he, the little bastard, turn out to be a normal man, cute on the outside and ugly on the inside? Why did I even think..."

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:14

Sleep came instantly and this time the young shaman didn't dream of anything.

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:04

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Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 16:46

Stepan was doing something quite familiar to himself back on Earth, soothing and even a little recreational. He was desperately cursing himself for doing not as it was smarter, but as Stepan had done. This had caused him problems all his life - the ability to lock horns and refuse to recognize the futility of any activity until you've smashed your forehead. For this very reason, he categorically refused to gamble and always took all the achieves in any computer game. Perfectionism in his commitments, multiplied by his willingness to put in the effort and pity for those efforts he had already put in, always forced him to retreat from any goal that he had already started to achieve with a great deal of creaking. It wasn't the worst trait, it was thanks to it, to donkey's stubbornness and willingness to work for his good that he managed to achieve a lot, but this situation also arose because of the same trait.

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:18

He woke up the next morning. The first thing he did was to clean himself and be glad that no one had found him in such a state and with stains on his clothes. He even behaved relatively calmly when he learned from Meld, who had brought him breakfast, that an honorable priestess of the Life-Giver named Shera had been taken away by a ship passing the village in the early morning. The ship had only been docked for a couple of hours, but Kirik had managed to bargain with them for fresh baked goods and hot food, as there were still supplies left over from the feast, and they had cooked for the usual number of inhabitants, not taking into account the recent losses. After waving goodbye to everyone around her - figuratively speaking, but in reality just a warm farewell - the priestess took with her a receipt from the headman and left Upper Lyady in a good mood. Now that the sun was nearing its zenith, she would surely be far away from Stepan and his persistent questions.

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:19

No, he remained calm even after hearing all this. It would have been strange if the priestess hadn't left by now, but even if she were still in the village, Stepan himself would have left. As long as her cursed influence was on him, he'd better not cross paths with her, even in the smallest measure. Not to cross paths with any beautiful or at least not ugly girl, not even to look at pictures. As practice has shown, if Gaia's grip on the balls tightened, then willpower, self-control or the ability to turn off carnal attraction directly by manipulating one's own spiritual body means nothing - it's not that the victim doesn't have time to use it all, no, the victim doesn't want to resist at all. The memory of Shera's description of the fate of the murderers who had attacked her and her mentor made her shiver and fear finally broke through to consciousness. Not terror and panic, but fear. The kind that, you know, motivated and encouraged rather than paralyzing will and thought. It wasn't fear that had paralyzed his will and thinking yesterday, no.

Camrad_RIP 27.05.24 в 20:21