Author notes:
First off, thank you for reading this story. I'll make this quick, as I know many of us are busy and even more of us are horney. This story is broken up into three chapters. I recommend chapter one for people who want the whole experience and can afford the time. Chapter two is for those who want some action with their erotica. If you fit my previous description of busy and horney, skip to chapter three. That's where you'll find what you're looking for. This story has series potential, so if you want more, engagement helps me to stay motivated. I'm a sucker for compliments and constructive feedback. If there are any mistakes you see in the text, I would also be happy to correct them with an update. Enjoy!
Corrupting a daughter of light
Chapter one
First Rights
In the distance, I heard a roster crow, heralding Mara's light as it crested over the horizon. Though dawn's first light was only now starting to spread over Haven, exhaustion washed over me in a wave. I hadn't slept the night before. How could I, knowing that the morning brought with it my twentieth birthday, the day I would be asked to act in the stead of my queen and high priestess.
Already dressed, I stood up from my humble cot and strode to the mirror. A small part of me hoped that seeing my reflection would assure me that the time had truly come. That I was ready. That I would be able to fill my role as a Daughter of Light. It was my duty to bring safety and prosperity to Haven.
I was to begin my first journey as one of the daughters that day, a task that had been assigned to me by the High priestess just the week before. I knew it was going to be dangerous. I had not been deaf to the reports that had come in these past few months as many of the younger sisters had been. Orc, Goblins, and Ogres had begun attacking travelers throughout Haven more frequently than normal. There was some rumbling that their movements were organized, but all the senior sisters dismissed it. Beasts like those hadn't the cunning nor the willpower for such things.
More than likely, it meant that they had had a particularly voracious breeding season, but that was by no means any reason to downplay the danger that came from taking to the Queen's road these days. I just had to trust that my Miracles would protect me. After all, I was now getting to the point where they came almost every time I called. Last week's combat training had just been a fluke. I had lost my cool and had panicked. That was all.
Quickly banishing the memory of that less-than-ideal training session, I focused on my reflection as it stared back at me and my otherwise austere room. Sleepy sun beams shone off the mirror in a shimmering, refracted rainbow, casting an iridescent glow onto the holy robe of Mara I wore.
As I stared at my reflection, I couldn't help but think that the term robe might have been a slight misnomer. The soft, white cloth clung to me like a cobra everywhere it touched my skin, showing off far more of the toned physic that my two years of training had caved into me, as well as the few curves no amount of training could ever take away.
The part of the robe covering my torso was far more open than the term robe would imply. My torso was covered by a tunic that was slit open at the sides, its front and back similarly altered so that they were shaped into triangles, Mara's holy sign. Though the tunic was zealously embroidered in golden thread to form Mara's watchful eye, the tunic itself, despite its holy imagery, left me more exposed than I had hoped. From the sides, my humble priestess wraps were clearly visible.
That might have been fine if it weren't for the fact that not even tucking the tips of the two triangles that covered my front and back did not stop them from whipping away from me whenever I moved too freely.
Supposedly, this was meant to keep me from being impeded should my hand-to-hand training ever be needed, but it was far from the most modest garb I had ever worn.
Making it worse was how my tights clung to me like a second skin. Though my ankles were adorned with glittering bands of gold to match the ones I wore on my wrists, symbols of my holy status, I worried they would not draw everyone's eyes away from the curve of my waist. Despite my best efforts, my training had not lessened that particular mark of womanhood since I had accepted the High Priestess's call and joined the Daughters.
"It will be fine," I told my reflection, "You're one of the Daughters. No man would dare to ignore that holy calling, lest he risk the wrath of Mara herself."
"Perhaps no man," A voice behind me said, causing me to jump, "But a fellow Daughter can't help but admire how dashing her mentee looks when adorned with holy raiment."
Though my heart felt like it had leaped into my throat, its erratic pounding couldn't keep the smile from my lips. "Dani!" I exclaimed, rushing to my mentor's side and embracing her eagerly. My enthusiastic greeting was met with an equally ecstatic hug. It was good to see her again. She had been gone from the monastery for a month. When she had first left, I had worried she would not be back in time to see me appointed as a full daughter. This past week, as I had started to fear for what my own assignment would bring, I had also begun to worry for her for other reasons. Word from outside the monastery seemed to grow darker with each raven that carried word from around Haven.
"It's good to see you too, Luna, my seedling" Dani said, the timber of her voice calming me. Since leaving my family two years before, Dani had become the closest thing I had to a family in the monastery. Though my parents continued to write to me, their letters grew less and less frequent the longer I had been away. It was Dani alone who had kept the sting of change at bay.
Pulling away from me, she shot me a wry smile as she said, "I have a surprise for you, Future Daughter."
"Brought something back from your travels for me," I said, peeking at her hands to see if she had something hidden in them.
