<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OGyD4h2.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><sup><em>The Dream</em></sup></div></div><br/><em>"I would be unfathomably grateful for any help the temple of Shoni can offer me, though I would prefer that my condition remain as.. secret as possible. Anything to control the effects of this curse, or remove it. I'll happily donate, too."</em><br/><br/>Sister Celine nodded her head,<strong> "Any donations would of course be appreciated.  But speaking from one holy woman, one who understands and values faith in her goddess to another, one who believes in the power of goodness, trust me when I say that I want to help you."</strong>It was almost strange having this conversation with a nude and rather beautiful woman and not feeling aroused.  Over the last few months, Lise's futa cock had hardened at the sight of a thigh, a clothed backside, even a stray fantasy.  But for the moment at least it seemed she was at peace.<strong>  "Come, let me take you to a small cell where sometimes visiting priests and priestesses stay near the top of the temple.  I'm afraid it will be brightly lit, but you look tired enough that a sunlit room won't stop you from sleeping."</strong>That much was true.  Lise was a paladin, she'd spent her time on the battlefield and trained as a soldier, she knew how to go without sleep when she had too, and catch sleep whenever she could.<br/><br/>Celine stood and donned her robes, which really did little to hide her body, but religious vestments were important one supposed.  She gestured at Lise's things and even the leather binding straps and garments and with a sigh said, "I suppose you'd better take that.  I don't like it, but I understand why you use them.  Besides I'd rather not touch such a vile thing."<br/><br/>The pair began to gather their things and Lise bit her lip and stammered,<em>"S- suppose that I wished to... visit... this temple again, would it be possible to do so... privately?" </em><br/><br/>Celine nodded as if such a request was no more out of the ordinary than asking to borrow a cup of sugar or visit for a cup of tea, not come here to blow an unnatural amount of hot spunk down Celine's mouth and plaster her face white, all while breaking the vows of her marriage and her religious faith.<strong> "If you're asking if you'd be welcome here again, the answer is of course.  If you'd like to pray with me again,"</strong>This was both unsurprising and slightly shocking to Lise, the realization that the handjob, blowjob, face splattering one woman bukkake, and then the follow up cum eating was all considered 'prayer' by the Shonite priestess.<strong>"Or one of the other priests or priestesses if you'd feel more comfortable.  Though you'd have to explain to them your specific situation.  As I mentioned we're not whores, we don't just fuck anyone who comes in off the street.  We share our bodies and our love with those who are in need and are deserving."</strong>She smiled,<strong>"You are."</strong><br/><br/>She led them out of the lounge and along the hallway to a smaller staircase in the temple.  Along the way they passed what Lise assumed was a priest, clad in only a loin cloth and sandals, who was busy on a step stool running a damp cloth over the door jambs.  Cleaning and dusting she supposed, but she couldn't help but notice that the man's flaccid cock was right below her eye level, and while soft, looked like it might be a rather remarkable specimen when hard.<br/><br/>Celine led Lise up a narrow circular staircase to to top floor and a tight hallway before pushing open a door.  There inside a small cot with blankets and pillows at the foot, a small footlocker, and a bedside table with a single half burnt candle.  Light streamed in through the single window and while it was small it did seem rather private.  The sound of the street below was far off this high up and Lise would have guessed they were at least four stories up, but probably higher as the temple's main floor was so large.<strong>"I'll wake you up with the third afternoon bell.  That should give you plenty of time to get home and refresh yourself before your children leave their classes, yes?"</strong><br/><br/>Lise nodded, already imagining laying down on the cot, and Celine left her.  Lise barely remembered pulling the pillow under her before she was out.  But then she was somewhere else?  Floating among the clouds?  Everything was soft and muted, surreal, dreamlike.  She was dreaming, of course.  But the single most beautiful woman she'd ever seen appeared before her, so beautiful it made Lise want to weep.  When the woman spoke, the voice was soft, gentle, motherly, yet also young and arousing, all at the same time.<strong>"You are not one of my children, but you could be if you wished it.  As you are, or as you were.  I sense much love in your heart.  But you belong to another.  You need to choose your path, and deal with your trials.  You need to rectify your faith and your actions.  Lihrit is strict, but not unforgiving.  But you need to justify yourself with her.  Simply know that if you can not, there are always other paths, and I would shelter you from the cold nestled in my breast, for you are good Lise.  You are good...."</strong><br/><br/>That divine voice faded, replaced by sister Celine's<strong> "...are you good?  Lise?  Wake up, did you get enough sleep, are you good?"</strong>Outside Lise heard the sounds of a bell tower chiming twice.  She'd slept for several hours and felt much refreshed, even though it had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.