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I am the Lightbringer; my Word is My Light, and My Light is peace, order, and a life free from the confusions of worldly knowledge.
My followers shall hold no other gods but Me. They shall respect their fellow humans and the sacredness of life. They shall not distract themselves with worldly things and shall keep their homes and persons free of possessions which may cast them into Shadow. They shall follow My priesthood without question and bring offerings of gratitude to My temples for the benefit of all.
My priesthood shall be a Light in the Darkness, providing my congregation with hope, sanctuary, and a place to dispose of the distractions which have no place among My people. They shall remain chaste, rebuke intoxicating beverages, and refrain from cavorting, for such actions are a distraction from My Light. They shall minister to My people and destroy those things which cast Shadows, that My Light may better permeate the world.
Heed My Words, for I am the Lightbringer, and I am a just but jealous God.
~From The Illuminations of the Lightbringer, a holy oral tradition of the cult of the Light
You should never have opened that book.
Books were pointless, dangerous things, written by heathen people who'd not heard the truth of the Lightbringer and felt the need to scrawl their confused ramblings on parchment in an attempt to distract others from the Light. As a humble apprentice priest, you'd spent much of your life collecting such worldly things from the local villages and disposing of them as the Lightbringer dictated. Such actions earned you favor from both your god and your mentor, Torchbearer Caspar, the priest who oversaw the simple rural temple where you both lived and who would one day give you leave to strike out and build one of your own.
But having lived only twenty-one summers, you still had a lot to learn. Perhaps that explained your unfathomable foolishness when the strange man appeared with a satchel of forbidden tomes.
You prided yourself on knowing your local congregation, and he wasn't a member. He did seem genuinely glad to be rid of his burden, though, eager to receive your blessing and head home after leaving a few books and an offering of grain behind. You'd grind the grain to flour later, some for your own use and some to cast into the temple's sacred flame, but that wasn't what captured your attention after he'd left.
No, you found yourself spellbound by a small leather-bound book secured with several fancy dyed straps, one among several in the old burlap sack. You'd seen books of all shapes and sizes in your time at the temple, but none that looked so carefully constructed or remained in such pristine condition by the time they got to you.
You turned it over and over again in your hands, curiosity twitching through your fingers. It was just a book, right? Nothing more than some animal skins and ink. It wouldn't hurt to open it up and glimpse inside. It's not like you would try to read it, even if you knew how.
Something about it called to you like no other book ever had, and that scared you.
So you waited until nightfall. Torchbearer Caspar was away on one of his many outreach missions, and you didn't expect to see him again for at least three more weeks. The temple lay far enough away from the closest village that you usually only saw a person or two each day and seldom at night.
No one would be here to see you take a forbidden peek. No one would be here to see you sin.
Well, no one but the Lightbringer. But how could He expect you to protect His people from the dangers of the world if you didn't know what those dangers were?
You'd open the book in the midst of His sanctuary where He could best protect you, and beg His forgiveness afterward. No one else would have to know.
That's how you ended up seated before the altar with the book cradled in your hands late that night. Candlelight played across your nervous features as you caressed the leather cover, following intricate embossing inlaid with gold and the straps with their beautifully cast buckles. "It's just a book," you muttered to yourself. "It may be forbidden, and it may cast Shadows, but as long as I don't read it and I make sure to destroy it, it's harmless."
So you slowly unbuckled the straps and let the pages fall open across your lap.
Dreams of rapidly shifting shadows danced behind your eyelids, chased by wisps of flickering lights as something soft and warm curled around your limp body. Many somethings, in fact, each one winding and twisting around your limbs and torso with a sensual touch that set off sensations within you that you could not name.
You couldn't help but moan, wholeheartedly giving yourself to the fantasy as your knees parted and those smooth appendages slipped between them–
"Someone's dreaming again," whispered a dark, sultry voice against the shell of your ear, its familiar chords faintly echoing as if multiple voices spoke in tandem while being ever-so-slightly out of sync. "Shall I wake you up properly?"
Your eyes snapped open as you remembered.
Oh Light, you remembered.
The book. The strange light bursting from the pages. The sudden appearance of a creature who was kind of man-shaped but not really a man, its form fluid but its booming, alien words stirring a strange heat in your gut that left your heart pounding and your knees weak. Bewildered, you dropped the book and stumbled back, right into smooth, boneless limbs that curled around you and brought your struggling form forward again.
What initially appeared as a dark mist in a vaguely humanoid form began to quickly coalesce into something more solid, though it was still nowhere near human. Golden eyes split by a strangely elongated pupil stared back at you over a regal nose and sensually-curved mouth, while hair like writhing, headless snakes shifted like feathers on a current of air atop its head. Long, elegant appendages shrouded in inky blackness wound even more tightly around you and pulled you against the creature's toned chest.
"Do I have you to thank for my liberty?" it eventually purred in a language you understood, licking full lips that barely managed to cover a pair of wicked-looking canines as it eyed you up and down in obvious interest. "Such a pretty little thing. So young, so spirited, so unexpectedly mortal. However should I show my gratitude to you for granting me my freedom?"
You glanced down at yourself, unsurprised to see that your body remained much the same as it had last night. Instead of the tightly bound yet still visible bulge of your chest and a flat-ish stomach kept trim by plenty of manual labor around the temple, the creature's gratitude had left you… swollen.
There was no other word for it. His way of saying 'thanks for freeing me' had been to pleasure you senseless before pumping you full of soft, faintly glowing eggs, and those eggs kept growing, for you were larger now than when he'd first bred you.
What in the Shadow were you supposed to do about this?
He –for the creature identified as male, introducing himself simply as 'Keeper' after completely and utterly ravishing your body right atop the altar to your god– chuckled at your silence, leaning down to press a series of kisses along the exposed curve of your tits. You'd given up trying to redress after the third round of carnal pleasures, a fact which seemed to please Keeper to no end. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but it's probably worth mentioning that I can smell your arousal. There's no hiding it from me." A long, thin tongue ending in a delicate fork curled around your nipple, no doubt tasting the embarrassing dampness that now seeped out.
"Guess not," you mumbled, flushing as you remembered how quickly he'd sensed your excitement at being wound in his coils during your first meeting. You'd been shocked, frightened, and desperate to get away, but despite all those things, your virgin body had still reacted to his touch. Needed it, actually, even though such longing went against everything you thought you knew.
Another amused chuckle rumbled through the creature—your sort-of captor and newfound lover. "I'm glad you're catching on so quickly." Keeper trailed his fingers across the massive globe of your belly, his pitch-black arm and hand fading to a lighter grey at his clawed fingertips. "You look so good like this, so overwhelmingly full of my eggs. Have I mentioned that?"
"Many times," you groaned, trying to shift into a more comfortable position and failing due to your unnatural size. You'd encountered a few pregnant people during your time as an apprentice priest, but the only one you could recall being close to your size had later delivered triplets. "Especially when you're putting your—" you waved vaguely towards his many appendages, "—in me."
"They're tentacles," he replied with some amusement, using them to shift your distended body in a way that brought you instant relief. "And you seem to like them quite a bit."
You didn't have a reply to that beyond a peeved grunt, because it was the truth. You did like them. A lot. Thanks to your vow of chastity after entering the priesthood so young, you'd never realized that sex could feel so good, and now you faced the inescapable fact that you hungered for the touch of those tentacles even more than you coveted the Lightbringer's favor. Light, what have I done?
"I can tell by your expression that you're thinking about your so-called 'god' again," Keeper murmured, easing your thighs apart with a tender but insistent touch to expose your glistening cunt and the aroused nub of your dick to view. "It makes you look so constipated. Do you honestly think He cares what you do? We've already fornicated upon His shrine several times, and He still hasn't shown up to smite either of us."
And that was it, wasn't it? Despite the breaking of your vows, despite the current state of your womb, the Lightbringer hadn't offered up a single indication of His displeasure. What did that mean? Guilt welled up in your chest for daring to question Him, even mentally. "Shut up."
"Hmm," came the creature's unimpressed reply. With an easy show of strength, he heaved your bare body up from the nest of blankets he'd made for you in the middle of the sanctuary and right back onto the altar. "Perhaps I'd better make an offering to appease any hard feelings that old fuddy-duddy might have towards me for corrupting His priest and stealing his precious virtue. I bet He'd love to watch."
"A-assistant priest," you gasped, trying to ignore his blasphemous words as you felt Keeper's tentacles inch along the insides of your thighs. You and Keeper had been 'fornicating' like mad since he'd made his appearance, yet you still found yourself craving more of his touch. Was this normal? Or had he bewitched you in some way? "I'm not a priest yet."
"Mere semantics." He snorted disdainfully, using other appendages to spread out your limbs and pin you in place to his liking. You put up a token struggle but quickly stilled when he frowned. "You are a member of the Lightbringer's divine priesthood, who clung to his virginity as though it were a prize worth protecting, yet you were still unable to resist the temptation of a beast such as I. Perhaps you weren't meant to take such vows, little human."
He spoke such harsh, disparaging words, but the inhuman gaze that traveled over your form quickly softened again with something akin to affection, as though he'd never seen such a beautiful thing in all his days. He'd looked at you similarly from the very start, in a way that no one else ever had, and it made the heat within you flare even hotter.
You didn't want to admit it, but that look was one of the reasons you'd consented to his rather insistent attentions.
You sighed. Perhaps he was right. It wasn't like you could go out in public looking like you did, anyway. Your congregation wouldn't take kindly to finding one of their supposedly pious priests suddenly pregnant, and by a demonic-looking creature no less. In fact, you could be in a lot of danger; the basic tenets of your religion said to destroy that which distracted His people from His Light, and you were certainly a distraction now.
Perhaps your future lay with Keeper rather than the Lightbringer. The thought sent a strange pulse through you, scary yet thrilling, and you glanced down at your huge belly again with its inhuman contents. Perhaps you'd freed him for a reason.
Unsure how to respond to his words, you caught his strange gaze and brought one of his tentacles to your lips instead, tentatively sucking it inside.
So much about this situation was wrong, but Keeper made it so easy to cast aside such thoughts and lose yourself in him instead. Would it hurt to indulge in the distraction for just a little while? The feel of him against your skin filled your body with a pleasant tingle that threatened to escalate and shatter you into a thousand pleasured shards, and the taste of him… Light, the taste of him robbed you of coherent thought. You moaned, drawing more of the odd appendage into your mouth and curling your tongue around the blunt tip. Keeper's skin tasted smoky-sweet and unexpectedly intoxicating, like you could lick him all day and not get enough.
"Holy Knowledge," Keeper groaned, staring at you like you were the alien creature, not he. Countless tentacles coiled themselves around your prone form, wrapping you up in living midnight ropes while still leaving your enormous and faintly glowing belly wholly exposed to his view. "You're already so swollen and full, yet you still want more?"
All you could do was nod, your mind hazy with lust.
"You've taken so many of my eggs," Keeper said in a teasing whisper, effortlessly bringing his humanoid torso up over yours while his tentacles continued to encase you in their warm embrace. His dark hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your face towards the candlelight to watch how you eagerly suckled at him. "So many of my secretions. I knew my seed could be an aphrodisiac to your kind, but I never expected to find one so susceptible to it, especially after being imprisoned for so long. So eager to breed with me. So… compatible."
He said many things you didn't understand thanks to your simple upbringing, but you thought you got the gist of it. You nodded, using your ankles to try and coax him closer.
Keeper took the hint and covered your body with his, his hands roaming your newly gravid form while he kissed and nipped his way down the column of your neck. "You're supposed to be chaste, a sacred vessel for your god's will, and yet you lay here on His shrine and silently beg me to copulate with you. What would your congregation say if they could see you now, hmm, so heavy and swollen, with your tits leaking milk for my young?"
You should care, but you didn't. Not right now. Not while you had other holes just aching to be filled should he ever stop messing around and touch you. So you sucked harder.
"You shameless, beautiful man," Keeper moaned, burying his exotic face between your oversensitive tits while his tentacles practically vibrated with excitement around you. "I should leave you be, for you'll be expelling my eggs soon. Yet how can anyone be expected to show restraint while you're wantonly panting to be penetrated in the middle of your god's temple?"
Just then, you felt something slide closer to your dripping cunt, a hair's breadth from brushing against the place where you needed him most. It's enough to send your eyes rolling back in your head and leave you whimpering around your mouthful of tentacle.
That strange, discordant voice dropped an octave or two when he spoke again, the sound positively erotic as it brushed over your eardrums. You could almost feel his toothy smile. "Ah, well. I suppose you're not the only one who's unable to resist temptation, hmm?"