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Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

SmokyKisses

SmokyKisses

Super-Earth
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Aug 31, 2016
Deep in Ardenia Forest, far from the city she had been born and raised in, Elise spent yet another day in isolation, combing through the old holy texts in the chapel and twirling a lock of her blonde hair with her finger. Some days, travellers stopped to rest and pray; as a Maiden of the Goddess, it was her duty to aid any graceful souls. Born to a devout family with many members in the church, it was inevitable that Elise would be entrusted with overseeing her own chapel. While she had expected one where she would have the comfort of company, Elise considered the word of the Arch-Priestess to be the guidance of the Goddess, and faithfully carried out her duty.

Despite her devotion, the long hours took their toll upon her, and she often wandered throughout the old chapel. As night fell, Elise lit a lantern and descended into the basement. A chill permeated the depths, one that her white dress-like robe did little to insulate her from. Several sarcophagi laid around the walls, the remains of devout clergy and holy warriors who had given their lives in service of the Goddess. One wall always piqued the young woman's curiosity. Her grey eyes lingered upon the stone bricks, where the worn and faded grey bricks turned to newer, whiter stones. Had there been another chamber here, one that had been sealed up? As she touched the wall, her fingers brushed away a layer of powder, revealing part of a metallic sigil on the wall. Unbeknownst to Elise, something was indeed sealed within this chapel...and by touching the sigil, it would be awakened to Elise's presence.
 
RE: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockhart & SmokyKisses]

Deep within the dark, something unholy and evil stirred. It sensed the touch of a mortal on the seal that held it within and roused. In the dark, yellow, cat shaped eyes opened and looked around its prison. How long had it been since they bricked her up in this hellish dungeon? Sealed away from the humans she lusted after so much?

The creature rose and started to take shape, drawing on past lives and thoughts it could sense from beyond the wall. The barrier was weakening... some mortal had been foolish enough to touch the seal, someone who had just a hint of desire to them. A hint was all she needed.

The creature assumed a female form, her favourite kind and pressed herself against the wall, the stone cool on her skin. For the first time in decades it did not burn as it should when she tested the limits of her prison. She could sense the presence behind it, someone young... innocent... corruptable...

"Who... who are you?" she gasped, her voice a whisper on the wind.
 
RE: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockhart & SmokyKisses]

Elise gasped as she heard a voice speak. It couldn't have come through the wall...could it? Had someone been sealed away on the other side of this wall? And how? Why? The voice sounded weak...was it merely the barrier between them, or for some other reason?

Her hands explored around the wall, revealing more of the metallic arcane patterns and etchings. With each inch that was uncovered, the seal weakened further, allowing the demon within greater perception of what laid outside of her cell. Was this some kind of sacred secret, Elise wondered, concealed in this chapel? Was it the Goddess's will that Elise discovered it?

Leaning against the wall, holding her hands to parts of the sigil she had uncovered, Elise said aloud, "I am Elise, a Maiden in service of the Goddess. Who are you?" She closed her eyes, but could not sense any trace of a presence, other than the voice that she had heard. Was it some wayward spirit? Or was it an angel who watched over the chapel?
 
RE: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockhart & SmokyKisses]

The creature listened intently, hanging on every word. She could sense Elise's presence, her devotion. It called to her, her innocence shining like a light in the darkness.

"My name is Imari, my child," she replied. "I have been locked in here since the masters of the chapel accused me of wrongdoing. You are the first kind voice I have heard since they sealed me in here."

The girl was still touching the stones, pressing them with her warm, human hands. Something stirred within her, a long sleeping desire. How she wanted those hands to free her... then touch her. All she had to do was to keep Elise touching the seals. If she touched each one, eventually the stones would give way. Imari could already sense what Elise looked like through the weakening magic, it would only be a short while before the barrier gave way entirely. She let her voice waver, as if she was sobbing.

"It has been so lonely in here... I cannot tell you how good it is to have someone speak to me..."
 
Elise listened to the soft voice, her eyes widening at the voice's tale. Though she served the Goddess with each breath, she knew that centuries ago, corrupt priestesses had abused their power and attempted to brand those who opposed them as heretics. It was not the will of the Goddess for an innocent woman to have been imprisoned for what must have been hundreds of years.

Her hands wandered around the sigil, rubbing off the powder covering it bit by bit and further eroding the seal's strength. Hearing the woman's sorrowful voice, Elise said, "I am sorry for what has happened to you. The Goddess would never condone of one of her flock doing something like this. Do you know how I may free you, Imari?" She couldn't imagine whoever had been sealed here was alive in any sense, but if she could aid them in passing on, she would. Though Elise's heart swelled with the thought of freeing a tormented soul, she feared that neither she nor Imari would know how to free her. Even if speaking to Imari was all she could do, Elise swore an oath to the Goddess herself that she would keep Imari company.
 
"You are too kind Elise," replied the creature. "Truly I must be blessed by the goddess to have been sent you to keep me company."

The piety was almost sickening but she needed Elise to free her, to get her out of this awful place. Once she was free, she would be able to get into Elise's mind and turn her towards her cause. But for now, all she had was her charm and desperation.

"My dear, the wards on this room are around the doorway. Run your hands across them and they will respond to your touch. Once you have drawn a complete arch across them, the stones will no longer be able to hold me in here. I will be free once more."

Imari altered herself to be ready. She made sure her full figure was noticeable and tied her shabby robe around her, using her demonic powers to change her appearance so that she looked like some poor, lost human on whom Elise would take pity.
 
Elise listened to Imari's instructions. "I understand," she said, keeping herself still upon the sigil for now. "I hope I can free you!"

She released her hold upon the metallic patterns. Before she continued on, Elise lowered herself to her knees, her hands coming together. The seal would be weakened enough for the demon to sense what the Maiden was doing. "Goddess, bringer of light and life," Elise said softly under her breath, "grant me the strength to right the wrongs of the past. May you aid me and guide me in bringing salvation to this soul, imprisoned unjustly. Should it be your will, may you accept her into your domain with the love and joy you bear for all your faithful."

Rising to her feet, Elise began to brush away the powder that covered the wall, revealing more and more of the sigil that sealed the poor girl. Once the entire rune was exposed, the barrier would seem like little more than a glass window to the demon within. Taking a deep breath and praying to the Goddess in her thoughts, Elise ran her hands along the arch formed by the patterns.

The wall began to shake, dust spilling from the cracks. With a gasp, Elise leapt back, staring at the now-glowing seal. As the light from the sigil faded, the stone bricks fell loose from the wall, one after another, leaving a pile of rubble between Elise and the chamber in which a young woman in a tattered robe stood. Elise breathed heavily, too startled to speak for the time being. The seal was broken, and not even the sanctity of the chapel could dampen the power of the demon Elise didn't know she had released.
 
Imari watched the wall fall and tried not to gasp in excitement. This foolish girl had done exactly what she asked and had removed the only thing that stood between her and the demon's lust. Oh how Imari could feel it... A burning sensation within, a deep desire for human flesh. How she had imagined this day and now, as if sent from the goddess, there was this beautiful woman stood in front of her, virginal and pure...

"You did it!" she cried as the rocks tumbled down. "Oh my sweet Elise! How can I thank you!"

She rushed from the prison, hastily clambering over the ruins of the seal that had held her back all this time. She ran straight towards Elise and flung her arms around her, pressing her body against the innocent priestess.
 
Elise didn't expect there to be an actual living person behind the seal, or for that person to run out and embrace her in joy. It took Elise a second to return the gesture. "It is my duty as a Maiden to aid those in need," she said. "I must admit, I did not expect you to be alive. Perhaps the Goddess sensed you were unjustly imprisoned and preserved your body for these many centuries."

A slight rosy tint came to the Maiden's cheeks, though given Imari's gratitude and how isolated she must have been for so many years, Elise didn't try to push her away. "Is there anything you need? Do you thirst or hunger? I can bring you something to eat or drink. If you would like to rest in a bed, there are several upstairs. Please, let me anything I can do to help." Elise would have dreaded the sanity of someone who had been locked in a cell for so long, but she had faith that the Goddess would have maintained this poor girl's mind and watched over her. Perhaps this was Elise's purpose for being assigned to this remote chapel, to free Imari. In her heart, she swore an oath to the Goddess to do whatever was needed to help this woman.
 
Imari was so overwhelmed by being free, she spun around in the room, celebrating her freedom. Else had felt so good next to her, so good that her dark desires were already rising. She had already considered overpowering Elise right here but she controlled herself. Soon, she promised herself.

"You are so kind Elise," she said, smiling, "I am truly blessed by the goddess to have been sent you to aid me, my perfect angel!"

She looked around the room, recognising it from when she was incarcerated. It had changed though and she wondered how long she had been held there, unable to tempt and corrupt the humans in the area. Her eyes poured over Elise, enjoying what she saw. She would make a fine first victim, but first, to get her alone and vulnerable. She needed to tempt her, encourage her own depravity.

"I have been held in time beyond the seal," she continued, "and although time has not affected me, my clothes are rather worn. Do you have something I could change into?"
 
Joy welled in Elise's heart at the sight of Imari's happiness. The woman didn't look much older than Elise herself. What kind of terror must have filled her at the thought of being imprisoned, sealed possibly forever, for sins she was completely innocent of? Elise watched Imari explore the room, the tombs of ancient saints. Thankfully, the woman didn't touch anything she wasn't meant to.

When Imari asked for clothing, Elise nodded and said, "I have spare vestments in my chambers upstairs. They should fit you. You don't look much smaller or larger than myself. Please, come with me." With a smile, Elise led the woman out of the chapel basement, up flights of stairs to the dormitories. At the end of the hallway, past several rooms meant for visitors or vagrants who needed somewhere to sleep, was the bedroom dedicated to the chapel's overseer. It was a simple and humble abode, with a bed, wardrobe, desk, and several bookcases filled with sacred texts and religious literatures. Taking one of the white dress-like robes out of her wardrobe, Elise handed it to Imari. "Here you go. You may change in private in my room, if you wish."
 
Imari followed Elise through the building, noting with pleasure that there appeared to be no-one else around. She could sense no other humans close by which pleased her, knowing that she would not be disturbed while she turned this innocent. She watched Elise as she moved, admiring the sway of her hips and the shape of her body. All soon to be hers...

"Thank you, this will do perfectly," replied Imari when she was shown the simple white gown.

Before Elise could move or leave the room, Imari unfastened her shabby robe and it fell to the floor in a heap, leaving the disguised demon naked in front of her. Whether Imari had hidden her figure well or had deliberately altered herself to be a more pleasing form, her nude body was a work of art. Strong thighs ran past broad hips and a soft but tapered waist before arriving at her large bosom. She stood in front of Elise and smiled, lowering her gaze seductively. Even though the fresh gown lay in front of her, she made no move to put it on.

"I cannot tell you how good it feels to be out of that disgusting garment..." she sighed, running her fingers down her skin.
 
Elise wasn't one to think about others dressing or watching them do so. When Imari let the vestment fall to the floor, she prepared to ask why Imari had dropped it. But before any words could leave her lips, the woman before her disrobed, her clothing falling to the floor at her feet.

Elise stared for a moment, startled by the woman's unashamed nudity. Despite the condition of her clothing, her body seemed pristine, perfect. Truly the Goddess had preserved her. Though Elise's eyes lingered over Imari, gazing over her from head to toe, the thoughts that entered her mind were not of carnal desire. Imari was beautiful, her body was beautiful, but Elise's thoughts remained on her duty as a Maiden rather than lustful admiration of the bared flesh before her. The church did not forbid its Maidens from love, but its teachings frowned upon indulgences of lust. Elise even apologized in her thoughts to the Goddess for allowing her gaze to linger.

"If...if you would prefer me to leave..." Elise said after many seconds of silence, shifting her eyes away from Imari at last. "...I apologize for staring..."
 
Imari watched as Elise's gaze lingered over her body, exactly as she had intended. She made no move to pick up the robe and instead came to stand in front of the maiden, bold and naked.

"You can look, I don't mind," she replied, smiling seductively. "It's been so long since anyone admired my form and we should rejoice in the bodies that have been given to us by the goddess."

She looked down Elise's simple clothing, wondering what secrets lay beneath such pious robes.

"Why I bet you are a true beauty underneath all of those priestly clothes," she teased. "The boys must just love staring at you!"

As she spoke, she began to weave dark magic, slowly at first. Just the subtlest of power, slipping the suggestion of passion and exploration into the air. She had to work slowly, knowing full well that a display of demonic power would bring down the wrath of the goddess onto her. But if she could corrupt one of her followers here, in the chapel... oh what a sweet victory that would be...
 
A deep blush filled Elise's cheeks as Imari drew closer and invited her to stare. There was nothing shameful about enjoying another's body, as long as it was one felt genuine love towards. A complete stranger, and one who had so recently been sealed away? She glanced away, though not enough to let the woman out of her vision.

Imari inquired about Elise's own body, about boys staring at her. She'd never had another boy look upon her body, though some in the past had expressed interest in her before learning she was studying to become a Maiden. There had been one...a fellow Maiden-in-study, a beautiful raven-haired young woman who often studied with Elise. They became close, and as they told each other, the Goddess did not disapprove of lovers sharing physical comfort. Never as far as sex, but embracing, kissing...staring at each other's bodies...

...Elise shook her head, her cheeks burning up even more. Those thoughts were terribly improper for someone in her position. "I...I'm sorry..." she said, taking a step back, careful not to look. "It would not be proper for a Maiden to...to admire a stranger's body..." As uncomfortable as she was towards the situation, the innocent Maiden still did not even consider whether Imari had been sealed away for a reason.
 
"Oh but we are not strangers!" replied Imari, her smile as radiant as the sun. She giggled and grasped Elise's hand, her touch light but firm. "I was a captive and you are my glorious saviour, come to rescue me from darkness!"

She smiled broadly and in a rush, pressed Elise's hand to her chest. Her skin was warm and soft and her heart could be felt benath, beating strongly. Imari could feel the thoughts in Elise's head, feel the memory of desire. She dared to poke, to see if she could provoke more from the young maiden.

Was it the light or had Imari's hair become darker? Had her face shifted slightly to resemble that of the woman Elise so clearly remembered? In the dim light it was hard to see such subtle changes but what the eye sees, the heart remembers. Imari worked her subtle magic and then slightly changed her expression to something more contrite.

"If... my body bothers you, I will get dressed. You are so kind, I do not want to distress you."
 
Elise had heard many tales of captives "thanking" their saviors. She desired no such gratitude. The happiness Imari felt and the joy of having saved a soul in need was the only thing Elise needed.

Before she could protest, Imari took hold of her hand, placing it upon her bared chest. The Maiden's eyes grew wide, but she did not attempt to draw away immediately. It had been so long since she had touched another woman's body, and Imari's appearance almost reminded her of her former love. The one that, had they more time together, might have become intimate with her...

She glanced to the nearby window, noticing it had grown darker outside. Soon, the sun would set entirely. "I...I am sorry, but..." Slowly, Elise pulled her hand away from Imari. "Y-you do not need to thank me in...in such a manner. Your happiness and salvation bring me joy enough. Looking away from the naked woman once more, Elise asked, "May I bring you food or drink? Or would you rather rest in a proper bed for now? You may stay here as long as you need, Imari."
 
Imari felt Elise pull away, her desire to be kind to the released demon more powerful than her lust at this moment. Realising that she should not push the issue, she withdrew and reached for the robe, pulling it on over her head. It was simple and plain but somehow, it clung to Imari's curves, shaping itself to her body so that it was as if she was still naked.

"I do not feel the need for food just yet my sweet," she purred, "but I have been alone in that accursed dungeon for so long, what I crave is company. Please, come sit with me and tell me all about you and what you desire..."

She playfully patted the seat next to her, needing to feel the human close to her. Her desire was strong now and it radiated from her like an intoxicating drug. What would it take for this pious maiden to lose control, she wondered.
 
The vestment that seemed like such a simple garment appeared to accent Imari's lovely body perfectly. It fit her shapely curves beautifully. Elise couldn't help but to stare, and apologized to the Goddess once more for her lingering eyes.

Imari invited Elise to sit next to her, in a tone that radiated seduction. Perhaps the woman did not adhere to the Goddess's teachings when it came to lustful desires, but even if she were a sinner in such a sense, it did not justify her sealed imprisonment. The Maiden sat next to Imari, looking to her...looking over her body. "What I...desire?" Elise didn't quite know how to answer. She'd wanted many things over the course of her life, foremost to serve the Goddess faithfully. But she wondered often of more earthly pleasures, especially after her relationship with her fellow Maiden-in-study. To love another woman, to cherish her with all one's heart, to embrace her and vow to never covet another as they shared a lover's embrace...

Throughout all of her wandering thoughts, Elise didn't actually respond to Imari's request. She just continued to think, wondering what it would have been like. Perhaps the temptation of a beautiful woman like Imari would be lessened if she had actually known pleasure with another woman...
 
"Yes my dear," she smiled, "the things you really want. I want to know all about you..."

She had taken Elsie's hand and was gently caressing it, weaving her subtle magic,stirring whatever latent desires the girl had. She had drawn close to Elise, allowing her to feel the burning warmth of her infernal desire. Already she could feel herself slipping, her ability to control her appearance diminishing with her desire. Not enough to be noticeable but she knew her time was limited.

"You are such a beautiful and kind young lady," she continued, "and you have shown me nothing but kindness since you freed me. Perhaps I can do something for you in return?"

She placed her hand on Elise's neck, waiting for her to withdraw.

"Have you ever been touched or massaged? It is truly relaxing,almost divine..."
 
When Imari took hold of Elise's hand, a feeling Elise hadn't felt in such a long time stirred in her. She liked the warmth of Imari's hand, the softness of her skin. But it was more than that. A closeness she hadn't felt for so long, with her isolation here in this remote chapel...

As Imari's hand touched her neck, Elise shuddered, not in revulsion but in delight. It was a teasing, playful touch, and despite not knowing Imari, it felt so welcome and comfortable. It took the Maiden a few seconds of heavy breathing to finally provide an answer.

"I...have been touched, yes. Massaged...no. That...would be quite pleasant..." In her head, she knew this was lustful, indulgent, sinful. Her heart convinced her that, as long as Imari's massage didn't go anywhere near her sex...it wasn't physical indulgence and thus not a sin. That was enough to set the Maiden's body on edge, longing for more of Imari's gentle, warm touch.
 
Suppressing her delight, Imari moved behind Elise and placed both hands on her neck. With suprising strength, she moved her hands over the maiden's skin, touching and pressing into her. Imari said nothing, she did not need to. Her subtle infernal power ran from her fingers, provoking lust and desire as she did so. Now that she had her hands on the young lady, her passion grew and she channelled it into her ministrations.

"Such a shame..." she sighed, "You have quite wonderful skin. It seems a pity that you have not had it touched more often."

Her hands ran over Elise's shoulders and the demoness pressed herself against the maiden's back. Her soft breasts pushed into Elise's back, her mouth close to her victim's neck. Imari's nipples were hard and rubbed slowly against Elise's back, poking through the fabric of her dress. Their bodies were so close now, close enough to feel their shared body heat and their soft breathing. The room was still but warm, no sound but that of their breath.
 
Elise shuddered as Imari's other hand touched her skin, with both hands stroking and massaging her. She tried to remain silent, but soft sighs of comfort slipped from her lips every few seconds. This wasn't carnal pleasure, but it was still wonderful, pleasurable, relaxing. She closed her eyes, letting Imari's hands explore wherever she desired.

When she felt the woman press against her back, Elise could feel her breasts, her nipples. In any other time, Elise would not have thought of such things. Now, that feeling was just as wondrous as Imari's wandering hands. Her breathing was becoming slow and heavy, her body longing even if Elise's mind wasn't entirely ready yet. She let herself rest against Imari's body, still smiling, her eyes still shut.
 
Imari could feel the maiden's body respond, her desires starting to surface. She continued to massage her, letting her hands stroke and caress her body. She dared to tease parts of her, across her neck, her shoulders and down the sides of her body, barely brushing against the sides of her breasts.

"Not all pleasure is bad," whispered Imari as she continued to pleasure the girl. She just needed to turn her mind, lead it where her body already wanted to go.

Feeling bold, she lowered her lips to Elise's neck and began to softly kiss her tender skin. She was prepared for the girl to leap up and try to run in which case she would have to use other, more extreme methods. Imari was not agaisnt using force but if she could break this maiden's mind instead, she had a better chance of becoming a willing cumslut.
 
Elise didn't pay heed to Imari's hands grazing close to her sensitive bosom. She just kept her eyes closed, continuing to make soft and pleased noises under her breath. If this was mere massage, how good did sexual pleasure feel? If these touches upon her shoulders and neck felt so wonderful, how would Imari's hands feel upon her breasts?

When Imari began to kiss Elise's neck, the Maiden let out a gasp of surprise. Part of her told herself that Imari was going too far now, that this was not appropriate to do, even if Imari was so eager to "thank" Elise in this way. On the other hand...it felt so good, and it still wasn't sexual pleasure. She just kept telling herself she hadn't sinned yet, all while leaning against Imari and sighing with each kiss. Despite her insistence, Elise's body craved more, and her sex was already moist from the stimulation...
 
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