The stillness of the office was interrupted by a sharp knock, then the door swung open. Chloe stepped in, her auburn hair catching the light and those bright eyes impossible to miss--Max would've recognized her anywhere. The faint trace of lavender hung in the air as she walked in, while he stayed planted behind his messy desk. "Reverend," she said with a smile, her voice warm and familiar.
"Hey Rev, it's Chloe," she said, a hint of familiarity in her voice. "And this is Mother Morrigan." His chest tightened as memories of their last run-in--one he'd rather bury--flooded back. He shot a quick look at Mother Morrigan; her severe outfit seemed to drop the temperature in the room. Her composed demeanor only hinted at the storm brewing beneath the surface.
Max's stomach dropped the second he spotted Chloe. Of course, she'd show up now--just when he'd convinced himself he'd never have to face her again. And then, like some cruel joke, her mom walked in, cranking his stress up another notch. Perfect timing, really.
"Welcome," Reverend Max said, nodding at them. "Take a seat," he added, motioning toward the chairs. Chloe and Mother Morrigan sat; hands neatly folded in their laps.
"So, what's the occasion?" Max asked, leaning in slightly.
"We've got something... sensitive to talk about," Chloe said bluntly.
Max raised an eyebrow. "Sensitive, huh? That's never good."
Chloe kept her tone even, her eyes locked on him. "You remember my visit a few weeks back?"
"Hard to forget," Max replied, glancing at Mother Morrigan with a flicker of unease. But she just gave him a calm, polite smile.
"Does she know about it?" Max asked, cutting to the chase.
"Yep," Chloe said, smirking. "She was in on it from the start."
Max blinked. "Wait--am I in trouble with your mother?"
Chloe shook her head, amused. "Relax. And for the record, she's not my mother; she's my Abbess."
Max blinked. "Wait, you're a nun?"
Chloe smirked. "In the loosest sense of the word. I'll let Mother fill in the details. My last visit? That was basically a vibe check to see if you'd fit what we're looking for. We call ourselves the Daughters of Saint Danu--nine of us total. Our thing is using nature to hack our way past earthly crap, turning raw energy into something... higher. Helps us skip the primal stuff and aim for something better."
"Mother Morrigan started this Sisterhood and runs the Gynoecium," Chloe said, leaning in slightly. "Yeah, a lot of us are Christians, but it's not like you have to be. We've got our own thing going with Danu--she's all about the earth and the power of women in nature. She helps us figure out the female mind and gives us rituals to find peace, or whatever you want to call it, in this life."
Mother Morrigan leaned in, her tone both firm and calm. "We're a Sisterhood--small, just nine of us. Nature, for us, reshapes those raw, physical desires into something deeper, pulling us clear of those base instincts. It's all balance, really. Letting go of the flesh to feed the spirit."
Max tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "So, how'd you even get into this whole thing?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. He had a knack for diving into obscure corners of the esoteric world--books, articles, you name it. But this Sisterhood? That was something else entirely.
Mother Morrigan leaned back in her chair, a sly smile playing on her lips. "So, my uncle--bless his eccentric soul--left me this sprawling estate. I figured, why not turn it into a haven for women seeking something deeper? Thus, the group was born." Max nodded, clearly intrigued. She went on, "The place is massive--two acres of land, all green and peaceful. Plenty of rooms, each with its own charm and, thankfully, its own bathroom. The kitchen? A chef's dream, packed with every gadget you could imagine. And the dining room--that's where the magic happens. Our Sisters whip up these incredible meals, and we all come together to feast and connect. It's... something special."
Chloe leaned back, a hint of pride in her voice. "Look, my Sisters? They're killing it out there in the real world. Mother Morrigan's got the whole literature thing on lock at the university, and I'm wrangling kids at the primary school. Nurses, lawyers; you name it, we've got one. Money's not exactly a problem for us. It's more about what binds us, you know? Saint Danu's at the heart of it, but it's the day-to-day stuff that makes us a family. We eat together, split the bills, take turns with the chores. Everyone's got their own space in the house, but we've also got our specialties. Freya? She's the queen of pipes and wires. Idun? Total green thumb -- herbs, flowers, you'd think she's got dirt in her veins. It works."
Chloe leaned in, her tone matter-of-fact. "Look, in my world, we've got rituals for everything. Last time I was here, I did this whole thing to tap into psychic energy--and yeah, your junk was part of it. Turns out, you've got this rare knack for trans ference. Most people don't have it, but you? You're the real deal where I come from."
She paused, a sly smile creeping in. "When we connected the other week, it just confirmed what I suspected: you're a natural at channeling spiritual energy. That wasn't just some random hookup--it was a ceremony. Your body? Basically, a cosmic antenna. And guess what? It worked like a charm."
Max leaned in; curiosity etched on his face. "Alright, lay it on me--how exactly do my moves help you ladies level up spiritually? And what's in it for your sisterhood?"
Mother Morrigan smirked; her tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement. "Think of it as... a spiritual upgrade," she said, gesturing vaguely. "It's about elevating the Sister's mind to a higher plane." She paused, then added with a shrug, "We call in Tantric Initiators--guys with solid physiques and clean souls--to channel the energy we need. And no, before you ask, a dildo doesn't cut it. This kind of power has to come from the real deal - a penis."
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Max slouched in his chair, one leg draped over the other, arms folded loosely across his chest. His attention was locked on Chloe as she laid out the intricate steps of the ritual, her words sharp and deliberate.
"As the sun dips low, the Sisters file into the Sanctuary for the nightly ritual. Four of them, the Partakers, take center stage, while the rest hang back, their low chants humming through the space like a steady current. It's a rotating gig--everyone gets a turn as a Partaker, no exceptions. Keeps things fair, keeps the tradition alive, and, honestly, keeps the bitching about favoritism to a minimum. Equal opportunity, Sisterhood style.
The Tantric reclines on a raised marble platform, draped in a simple white tunic that stops mid-waist. Two younger Sisters flank him, their movements precise as they coax his penis into readiness. The chanting swells, the air heavy with expectation. This ancient ritual, a mix of devotion and raw energy, tightens the unspoken ties between these women."
Mother Morrigan took over, "The four Partakers, draped in those long red robes, take their places at the corners of the dais, each one a pillar of the ritual. The first one steps up, letting her robe slip off like it's got better things to do. She climbs onto the dais with this practiced ease, positioning herself over the Tantric's body. Facing his feet, she lowers herself onto him, her vulva already slick--no fumbling here, just straight to business."
She continued, "She closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing, staying still for five minutes as she connects with the Tantric's soul. Without dismounting, she turns to face the Tantric's head. Keeping her eyes closed, she raises her breasts, concentrating on drawing psychic energy. Time seems to pause as she holds this position for ten minutes, deep in meditation."
Chloe said, "Then the Timing Sister hits the bell, and that's the cue for the first Partaker to climb down and slide back into the lineup. She hops off, throws on her robe, and blends right in with the others." The whole thing keeps rolling as each Partaker finishes their bit. Once they're all back in place, a pair of young acolytes step in for the grand finale. They work the Tantric up to his big moment, give him a quick bow, scoop up his semen into a little dish, and set it on the altar for the next part of the show.
Mother Morrigan explained, "The Tantric centers himself, breathing deeply and letting his thoughts drift as the incense burns low and the sisters finish their work."
Max paused. "So, my thing is... sending out psychic energy like that?"
Chloe nodded. "Yep, you're basically a human antenna."
Mother Morrigan added, "Your power can rewrite futures."
Max raised an eyebrow. "Am I the only one in the city with this gift?"
