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Peach Blossom woke up naked in a clean, comfortable bed. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light filtering through the wooden blinds covering the window. Her memory was fuzzy, and she couldn't remember where she was — shouldn't Milo be here next to her? As the haze of sleep receded, more and more sensations began vying for her attention, catching her by surprise.

Every inch of her skin shivered in delight, due to the contact with the coarse linen sheets covering her. The firm mattress' pressure on her back felt amazing. She stretched like a cat, basking in the blissful feeling, her breath shortening.

She felt feverish and lightheaded. Her cheek touched the pillow and felt damp cloth. She saw a wet stain of drool she must have left on the pillow while sleeping. Her mouth was watery and warm, and the act of swallowing gave her a jolt of pleasure that spread throughout her tongue.

Something was wrong, she realized. Her breasts had grown. Or had they always been like that? She didn't think so, but they felt natural and her thoughts were sluggish. She had a temperature, and her nipples were puffy and swollen. She tried touching one with her hand and had to muffle a cry of pleasure. They were so sensitive that she could feel herself getting wet with just a small pinch.

By instinct, she rubbed her thighs together. Wave after wave of warmth radiated from her crotch, leaving her breathless. Her hands traveled down her body, exploring every inch — What was happening to her? Why did everything feel so good? When her fingers reached her vulva she found it to be sopping wet, her juices glistening on her fingers.

Sensory overload threatened to overwhelm her, even though she had done nothing but briefly touch herself. She could feel her vaginal muscles spasming, begging for something to fill the void she felt inside. Hesitant, she put two delicate fingers inside to give herself some comfort.

Peach had to bite the pillow to silence the scream of ecstasy that escaped her lungs. As soon as her fingers had reached inside, she had orgasmed wetting the sheets with her warm juices. The sudden climax made her writhe in the bed, which only worsened her situation thanks to the sheet's fabric rubbing against her nipples, making her come a second time with a whimper.

To escape from her predicament, Peach tried removing herself from the covers. But she struggled because of how weak her arms were. Was this always the case? The light linen sheets were heavier than she had anticipated, but she still managed to extricate herself from their maddening texture. Where was Milo? Peach had to pray, but she wanted to see him before her morning rituals.

Peach tried standing up but instead fell to the floor. The sensation of her bare feet against the rough wooden floor was too much to handle, and her legs became soft as jelly. She tried taking deep breaths to focus, but the more she attempted to center herself, the more her body ached with dull pangs of arousal. Desperate, she forced herself to stand up once again and seek help. Her pussy throbbed with every step, in concert with the electric feeling coming from the soles of her feet.

She reached the door, panting, and found it locked. Unsure of what to do, she decided to knock.

\"Hello? Is anybody here?\"

\"Ah! Ooww uuh.\"

A surprised moan answered her queries, and she could feel weird, thudding steps walking away from the door. Was it some sort of creature? A minute passed. Peach was about to knock again when the sound of steps came back. She could still hear the weird cadence, but whatever was making that noise was now accompanied by a humanoid. Peach could hear regular steps walking alongside the mysterious entity.

With a start, Peach remembered that she was completely naked. Before she could cover herself with the sheets, the door opened, leaving her exposed. The only thing she could do was attempt to hide her massive breasts and sopping pussy with her small, dainty hands.

\"Good, you're awake.\"

An Eastern-looking lady was grinning at her, holding a pink leash attached to a white-haired woman, who was wearing strange leather restraints that forced her to walk on her elbows and knees. Her arms and legs were bent and locked inside multiple straps, while a white, fluffy tail wagged behind her otherwise naked form — Was she a beast girl? She didn't have animal ears, though. The white-haired girl couldn't speak due to the ball gag that was filling her mouth. Peach was so shocked at the sight of her that she could only stand in silence with a dumbfounded expression.

\"So, I'm Daisy, and this little cutie here is Ivy. Don't mind her. Her training has been lax, so she still can't walk very well. But we will fix that, won't we, sweetie?\"

\"Ahhhh, ahhh.\"

The crawling girl replied with desperate moans, expressing her agreement. She seemed to be terrified of Daisy. Peach didn't know how to process the scene in front of her. Ivy looked so uncomfortable and humiliated, but the wagging tail reminded Peach of an excited puppy. How would it feel to walk around like that?

A slick feeling on the hand covering her pussy answered her question, making her heart palpitate a little. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet, which only made her wetter due to her sensitive soles touching the rough wood floor. She had to do something fast, or she would lose her mind. She had her duties to attend to, didn't she? What were they again?

\"My name is Peach Blossom. Nice to meet you. I-I'm sorry, but I don't think I am feeling too well. Also, I don't have any clothes.\"

\"That's pretty normal, dear. You might not remember it, but you just went through a... let's call it a religious experience. Do you remember who you worship?\"

\"O-of course I do! I-I'm a Holy Priestess of… Of…\"

Her words trailed off into nothingness. Why couldn't she remember? She had worshipped her deity for her whole life. It had been her topmost priority. How could she not recall who They were? A dreadful, empty void spread throughout her stomach.

What meaning did her existence have, if not to worship? Even her husband had been assigned to her by Them. And she had done her best to nurture the bond they shared. Peach's head started to spin, and she became unsteady on her feet.

\"Easy, now.\"

Daisy caught her in her arms, supporting her. Her hands were callous, strong, and firm, the complete opposite of hers. Peach had to put in some serious effort not to moan. Daisy was now helping her walk down the corridor, supporting her naked body.

The contact with her was enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm. If Peach hadn't been so feverish and overwhelmed, she might have noticed how Daisy's strong arms would intentionally brush against her breasts and other sensitive parts of her body.

Peach tried her best not to climax but failed miserably after a few steps. A whimper escaped from her trembling lips as she fell to her knees. A trickle of her juices ran down her thigh while her pussy clenched in unwanted ecstasy. Why was she so bloody sensitive?

It had to be an evil curse, she realized. The world was mounting a relentless assault on her senses, and she had no way to stop it. If only she could remember who she worshipped, maybe she could cast a Restoration Spell to end it. But despite her frantic attempts, she couldn't remember her deity, let alone invoke their power to cast any spells.

\"Don't worry, darling. You'll remember everything soon enough. Follow me, and I will take you to Him.\"

Peach didn't miss the reverence in the pronoun. It was impossible to refer to Gods or Demons without it. It always manifested as a variation of intensity, a subtle tone shift, or a brief pause. Everybody was different, but nobody could avoid it. 'You shall not refer to Us as equals' was one of the few divine laws that applied to both the Heavens and the Hells.

If what the girl said was true, she was taking her to see her God. She had implied He was a male deity, which struck her as odd — She could have sworn They had a delicate, feminine aura. The curse was messing with her head and must be the reason for her cognitive dissonance. If her God was a male, so be it. She would beg Him to restore her memories so she could go back to normal and serve Him faithfully.

Peach tried to stand back up, but Daisy's firm hand on her back kept her on her knees. Peach couldn't help but arch her back a little due to the pressure and let out another moan. Next to her was Ivy, unsteady in her restraints. The girl was looking at her with a longing expression. Peach could recognize a hint of envy in her gaze.

Daisy grabbed Peach's long, silky hair and pulled her along as if holding her by a leash. The move was so sudden and painful that Peach couldn't help but yelp in surprise and rush to her side — something hard to do when crawling on all fours.

\"You don't need to stand up. You wouldn't want Him to think you are being disrespectful. Have you forgotten your manners?\"

\"I-is there really a rule like that?\"

\"Of course there is! Good priestesses should always be naked and crawling before their God. It's just common sense.\"

Daisy's words struck Peach like a hammer. She wanted to be a good priestess. She needed it. The idea of not worshipping her God correctly made her want to cry. If this was common sense, how many things had she forgotten? Would He even consider helping her if she messed up something so basic?

The feeling of Daisy's hand pulling on her hair was painful. But for some reason, the pain was sending shocks of pleasure from her scalp to her spine. Her chest tightened, and she couldn't help but shudder.

\"O-Ouch! T-thank you for reminding me, Daisy. A-are you and Ivy priestesses too? Why are you not crawling?\"

Why was she letting this woman pull her along like an animal? She wanted to protest, but something about her made Peach shiver at the thought of complaining. At least she didn't have to wear restraints, she thought, looking at Ivy, who was struggling to keep up.

\"Oh, sweetie. Think of me as a Guardian if that helps you. I can't guard anyone if I'm on my knees now, can I?\"

\"I-I guess not.\"

\"As for Ivy, think of her as the house pet. She's in heat right now, so do be careful around her.\"

As soon as Daisy mentioned her, Ivy's tail started wagging even faster, making the girl whimper around her gag. Daisy crouched next to her and grabbed her tail — which turned out to be a dildo inserted in her behind — pulling it, pushing it, and twisting it around. Peach could hear the girl scream in pleasure and frustration as Daisy stopped just short of making her climax.

The lustful noises the pet girl was making reminded Peach of her own predicament. She couldn't help touching herself a little while waiting for Daisy to finish playing with Ivy. Peach's soft and slightly thick thighs were wet with juices and a thin sheen of sweat — her abnormal temperature enough to make her skin constantly glisten.

After denying Ivy her release, Daisy chuckled and began leading the way again. By the time they had reached an unassuming wooden door, both Ivy and Peach were breathless. They had crawled as fast as they could, keeping up with Daisy's quick pace.

After a single tap on the door, Daisy opened it and led the two girls inside. Peach's heart was beating like crazy, and her throat tightened. She was about to meet her God! She had served for so long — even if she couldn't remember the details — but Peach knew she had never met Him. Meeting a God was an immense honor, and she was terrified He would find her lacking.

All her concerns vanished the moment she saw Him.

He was the most perfect being she had ever laid eyes upon. Something deep inside her fell into place, rewarding her with an explosive rush of ecstasy. She came without warning, wetting her thighs and the floor.

She must have looked so unsightly, with drool coming out of her mouth and her gushing pussy spasming, but she couldn't bring herself to stop looking at Him. He was flawless, terrifying, and mesmerizing. Her eyes were glued to his naked body, and a sense of complete submission pervaded her.

How had she forgotten about Him? He was the creature she was born to worship. She wanted to lick His sacred feet, kiss the earth where He walked, kneel between His thighs, and touch herself at the thought of being under Him.

The prettiest girl she had ever seen — who still looked worthless next to him — was sucking His hard, throbbing cock with flawless technique while slapping her pussy. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried and failed to accept his length in her mouth. Peach would have killed her without a second thought if that meant taking her place.

\"Master, she woke up.\"

\"Good. Did she tell you her name?\"

\"Peach Blossom, Master.\"

\"Love's Captive? Fascinating.\"

His voice was liquid bliss caressing her ears. She was so desperate to hear Him talking to her, praising her. He had said her name was fascinating! She wanted to touch Him and worship Him and die for Him, but she had to force herself to wait. She might have lost her memory, but she knew she was nothing compared to Him. She would never dream of interrupting Him while He was talking.

\"Peach, come.\"

Yes! Peach scrambled to get closer to Him as He looked upon her benevolently. She felt small and insignificant under His gaze but also comfortable and protected. Here was her home, her paradise. This place was where she needed to be. She rested her chin on his outstretched hand and accepted his thumb in her mouth, sucking eagerly on it.

The taste of His skin filled her mouth, making her cum once more. She didn't stop sucking, even if her body was shuddering uncontrollably. She would not tolerate any interruptions while she revered His finger with her warm, watery mouth. How could she have found it uncomfortable? Who cared if she had trouble speaking if it meant she could worship Him better?

\"Good girl.\"

He slapped her. Hard. Peach squirted all over herself as she kept sucking on His thumb as if her life depended on it. He had praised her. She was not worthless. Her heart was bursting with joy.

\"Have you seen how easily she comes, Lily? Would you like to become a dumb orgasm slut as well?\"

His tone was dripping with malice as He forced the pretty girl to gag on His magnificent cock. Gods, lucky her. She only wished He would grant her the honor. Her God seemed to be mad at the girl. Peach wanted to beat her senseless for that. How could you make someone like Him angry? How retarded did you have to be?

\"Hmmpf. Hnggg.\"

\"I know what you want to say, Lily. It's not going to cut it this time. Your selfishness disgusts me.\"

Peach could see the bulge in Lily's throat as she gagged on his perfect manhood. She was so jealous she came a little just thinking about Him throat-fucking her. In the corner of her eyes, she could see Ivy watching them with lust in her eyes. Judging by how the pet girl was rubbing her thighs together, she was sure she would be fingering herself if she could. Her tail's movements confirmed Peach's suspicions.

\"I am sick of your lies, Lily.\"

He pulled the girl by the hair, away from His glistening member. Lily coughed and gasped for air as He slapped her again and again. Her pretty face was a mess of drool, tears, and smeared makeup, but she still somehow looked gorgeous. Peach hated her so much but kept sucking His thumb with her full attention. It was the most important job in the world, after all.

\"M-Master, t-this cunt w-would never lie to you.\"

Daisy walked up to the bawling girl, choking her with both hands from behind. Despite being right next to her, Peach couldn't see her face because she was too enthralled by His magnificent cock. To leave it there, rock-hard and unworshipped, was nothing short than a Sin.

Should she be bold and offer her mouth? Would He be mad at her initiative? She couldn't remember anything about Him. What an idiot she was. Today was the best day of her life, and she was grasping at straws like an initiate on her first day at the temple.

\"See, Lily? Even Master hates you now. I told you you were fucking useless.\"

Lily could not answer but only struggle against Daisy's inescapable grip. Peach stole a glance at the pet girl who was whimpering in the corner of the room. The girl looked mad with arousal at the sight of their God's cock.

Peach would not be outdone by a literal bitch, and redoubled her efforts. Every flick of her tongue made her moan in bliss at His Heavenly taste, but she didn't relent and kept adoring His finger with her mouth. A second later, He slapped Peach without warning, making her orgasm at his feet, before talking to Lily again.

\"I told you to keep an eye on Ivy. Imagine how I felt when the bitch you were supposed to keep in check took a stroll in my Godsdamned soul, right when I was talking to Asmodeus itself. If I hadn't kept my cool, we would all have been begging for oblivion right now!\"

Daisy didn't seem to mind that Lily's skin had turned a concerning shade of blue. Neither did Peach, to be fair. The retarded slut could die for all she cared, it seemed like she had caused trouble for their God, and the Holy Priestess was too busy touching herself and climaxing to spare a thought about her well-being.

\"You were too worried about ending up in the Hells to do your job properly, and this is unforgivable. You will pay for this, every single day of your life as an Angel, so that you never forget this lesson.\"

\"Are you sure you don't want me to snuff her, Master?\"

Daisy still hadn't relaxed her grip.

\"Are you second-guessing your God, Daisy?\"

His remark made her open her hands, dropping Lily to the ground. The girl hacked and coughed and convulsed on the floor, but nobody moved a finger to help her.

\"This slut apologizes, Master. She was out of line.\"

Daisy's demeanor changed in the blink of an eye as she kneeled between His legs, pushing Peach to the side. She took His perfect cock and began lavishing it with soft kisses.

\"Please, Master. Let this needy, bratty cunt worship her God. This slut begs you to forget about that useless charity case and to use her instead. Please relax and let this unworthy sword-slave show you some true devotion.\"

\"No. You deserve to be rewarded for your help yesterday, but now it's not the time. Get up.\"

\"As You command.\"

Without hesitation, Daisy jumped to her feet and vacated the space between His legs. Peach cried when He took his thumb out of her mouth, earning herself another slap. An overpowering sense of guilt and shame overcame her as she orgasmed. She had irritated him by being so needy. What an idiot she was.

\"Peach Blossom. Do you remember anything about me?\"

Dread clawed at her stomach as she scrambled to her knees.

\"N-No Holy One. I know You are my God. I am ashamed, but I cannot remember anything else. I was hoping You could heal me so that I may serve You to the best of my limited faculties.\"

She had said all that in a single breath. She was a nervous wreck. She forced herself to look at the floor in a show of utter submission.

\"It looks like we will have to jog your memory. Come here.\"

He beckoned her to move between His legs beneath his sacred Cock. Peach was trembling like a leaf and could not contain her glee. His scent was enough to make her cum a little with each breath she took, and just by being near Him, she felt like drowning in a warm pool of lust.

\"Listen to me carefully because what I'm about to speak your Dogma. Engrave these words deep into your soul.\"

\"Y-Yes! Thank you, Holy One.\"

Peach was overwhelmed. His scent was everywhere and was driving her insane. Staying so close to Him was making her pussy clench like crazy, but she tried her best to focus, opening her mind and soul to Him.

\"You are my eternal servant. Today, you shall be reborn as the Angel of Pleasure and will worship me by shouldering everything I will inflict upon you.\"

Peach could feel thick chains binding her soul, rewriting her memories and personality, bending them to His will. She didn't care. She was too busy cumming to the sound of His voice.

\"You shall never walk in my presence. Only crawl or writhe unless I command you otherwise. You shall imbue your climaxes with the Faith you place in me, for this is what prayer will mean to you.\"

A massive orgasm turned her brain to mush. He did not wait for her to compose herself.

\"You shall have no other goal than to see to my worship. You shall feel no love for anyone, except for your husband and guardian. What you feel for me is not love but Faith.\"

He paused, letting His word sink in her malleable brain.

\"Your love exists purely to highlight the disparity between frail mortal love and unbending, eternal Faith. A reminder that mortals cannot oppose a God and that your dreams and desires are worth nothing, compared to my whims.\"

Yes! Yes! Which degenerate priestess would ever place her wants in front of her God's pleasure? She was so lucky to have a husband like Milo, who understood what It meant to be a Holy Priestess. He would support her in her Holy Mission no matter what. She was sure of it.

\"Now, come. Claim your place in Heaven.\"

\"Yes! Holy One. I live to serve.\"

Peach was ecstatic, and she felt like she was living the most beautiful dream. He pulled her from her long, luscious hair, burying her face in His Sacred Crotch. Her mouth was so watery that she drooled all over His balls, her tongue caressing them gently as she took in His scent.

Her pussy was gushing, and she had lost count of how many orgasms she had had in the last five minutes. Peach lost herself to the task of worshipping her God's cock, licking the shaft while trembling in bliss. At first, she tried resisting her orgasms until He bestowed her His wisdom by slapping her twice.

\"You worship me through orgasms. Do you wish to deny me?\"

Gods no!

\"Forgive me for being so stupid, Holy One. Allow me to try again.\"

\"Do not disappoint me.\"

She couldn't fuck it up again. She took a deep, shuddering breath and put His magnificent cock in her mouth, trying to fit it all. She knew she couldn't do it, but she had to try. As soon as the tip touched her tongue, her whole body trembled in ecstasy. Yet this time, instead of trying to oppose it, she let the vibrations flow through her. She could feel something luminous emanating from her soul every time she came. She didn't know what it was, but it was reaching towards Him, losing itself in His immense aura.

She worshipped His cock for hours after that, cumming an innumerable amount of times. Her spasming body, wet mouth, and high temperature made her the perfect cock-warmer. Hers was not a curse but a blessing — she could see it now. She was the only one qualified to serve as His Holy Priestess.

She basked in the beauty of this thought until He stood up without warning. At first, she had been afraid of having done something wrong, but He quickly dispelled those fears. He lifted her shuddering body and made her kneel on top of His throne. She was facing the back of the seat, with her drenched pussy and sensitive ass sticking out towards His massive cock.

She whimpered and moaned in anticipation. Was He about to penetrate her? Tears of joy welled in her eyes. This was the most important moment of her life. She looked at the pet girl for a brief instant to see her grinding against Daisy's outstretched legs while looking intently at Peach. She looked so pathetic, humping her Mistress, while she was here about to receive their God's blessing.

'I hope you die of envy.'

Peach thought. Then, her God penetrated her and she knew what Heaven felt like.

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