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A Task Most Hole-y
🕑 Added 2024-06-01 03:54:25 +0000 UTCRayleigh, sometimes known as Ray-Ray by her fellow initiates in the order, was a Paladin of the Holy Order of Elianne, Patron Saint of Forgiveness and Redemption and the woman whose impassioned pleas could stop war and calm the most raging demon, including Rayleigh herself, who had been absolutely ecstatic when she got into the Holy Order she was aiming to when she first signed up to become a Paladin.
And this was her first assignment, after graduating the Academy.
Paladins were different from the average knight, for they didn't just keep the peace, they didn't just police a lord's lands and they certainly were not beholden to any mortal king's will. No, Paladins were Knights for the Gods, Knights for the Saints, they were the Church's military arm, and they were unbound by borders, though not necessarily unrestrained by local law. The Lord of Lords, after all, had once said to respect the law of the land as long as it does not conflict with your holy task.
While that usually meant that people were nervous to see a Paladin anywhere, Rayleigh was actually received with cheers, flowers and gifts. She was given a free place to stay, her meals were bought and paid for by others, and she was even heaped with praise. She was a little shocked at first, the only thing she had done was just... use the low level powers she had obtained from her devotion to Saint Elianne to cure a couple illnesses and heal some wounds, and they acted like she was the second coming of the Saint herself.
Well, it wasn't like she particularly disliked the treatment. They kept mumbling about her saving them thousands of copper pieces, but there was no way that was true.
Well, she did get a little suspicious about how many sexually transmitted diseases she had healed, but what the townspeople did was none of her business, at least this time. The mausoleum workers probably got immensely bored.
After spending the night at the mausoleum guards' station, she prayed to restore herself to full strength and to recover all of her abilities in the morning, courtesy of Saint Elianne, and then she prepared to delve into the Mausoleum of the Dissatisfied Dead. The dungeon was a repository of souls, and almost every undead-themed dungeon had a theme. This one was in its name, all the souls here shared a single specific trait.
Rayleigh opened the doors to the cemetery, waved at the guardsmen who promised nobody would disturb her, and then entered, immediately becoming surrounded by darkness that slowly illuminated from her power affecting it. Mostly, just boring gray stone walls around her, and the stairs that lead to the Mausoleum proper. Dungeons were not human design, though they could mimic it.
She closed the door, and applied the holy seal granted by the gods that would prevent anyone from going in behind her. As she did, she was already removing her gauntlets, and following that she unbuckled the belts and untied the straps that were holding her armor together with her right hand, the simple and practical plates coming apart so she could remove the armor entirely, followed by the greaves and sabatons, leaving her only in her white silk tunic and the thigh high silk stockings that matched it, decorated with holy symbols.
She, unceremoniously, took those off as well, pulling the tunic over her head and then tossing it away, taking her sanctified Tiara off with it, which clanked as it hit the ground, she ran her hands under her hair and brushed it behind her, straightening up her golden blond ringlets only for them to curl up again. Following that, she pulled off her stockings as well.
Rayleigh was left only in her innermost underclothes. Some might have thought the holy Paladin would've worn something modest and chaste, a chemise and drawers maybe, but that was because people didn't know what lay beneath the surface. The Holy Order of Elianne's Sisters were a different breed of Paladin than the norm.
And especially the ones who received the training necessary to come bring peace to the Dissatisified Dead.
Some would be shocked, others horrified, but most, would be quite aroused to see that she wore an eyepatch-style bra in black, and a high leg thong, also in black, as her underwear. She adjusted her underwear and smiled as she saw herself in the reflection on the holy silver plates of her armor. As a Paladin, she didn't need a torch of any sort, her blessings allowed her to emit light from her whole body that illuminated the room, and only allowed her allies to see.
She gave herself one final once over, and then looked around, before heading down the stairs. The walls were decorated with vague attempts at recreating actual mausoleums, but the fact that it was all fake was evident to anyone who'd been to one, not just from the immense size alone.
Coming up into the first room, she looked around. It was a large room with what looked like rows of vaults and bone decorations, though the bones were quite carved rocks.
The young Paladin took a deep breath, and then let it out, and dispelled the holy power holding the undead at bay, opening her arms and sticking out her chest, her gifted and voluptuous curves almost stretching her bra to its breaking point. She was chosen for this, she was given a task most holy, to perform the duties of the Saint of Redemption, and Forgiveness, and bring peace to the restless dead.
Rayleigh had been chosen because she was caring, compassionate and loving, befitting the Holy Order of Elianne Sisters. She had been a big fan of the Saint and modeled herself based on Elianne, trying to be the way the holy books depicted her.
But, as the ghosts of the restless coalesced, ectoplasm forming mostly transparent bodies around her, men in all shapes and sizes, each of them almost entirely see through, taking form around her, some with complete bodies, others missing parts that became wispy tails, most of them having no defining features to their faces, but all of them carrying the resentment and frustration...
It became evident, as Rayleigh's face turned, her smile growing, the degeneracy within being exposed as she became increasingly and more obviously excited.
Rayleigh, primarily, had been chosen for this task because she was a major Grade A slut. In fact, the very reason she had been sent to the convent where she became a Paladin in the first place was because she had made a mess of the academy she attended, due to her ways. Her parents had thought that learning of the Saint would've taught her restraint, chastity, humility... they never expected that Rayleigh would discover the truth of Saint Elianne.
Elianne did indeed stop a war with an impassioned plea, delivered on her knees, between the legs of a mighty king! She had calmed a raging demon, by satisfying his lust and then asking him to desist when post nut clarity hit him. Elianne had been a giant, raging slut, much like Rayleigh herself.
And now, Rayleigh was following in her steps.
The restless dead converged upon her, and she felt the cool, slimy sensation of their ectoplasm all over her body as they came into contact with her. The sensation of ethereal hands touching her body was so different from the touch of a human. There was no warmth, their hands were cold, and the touch was both there and not, she could feel it, but her skin was untouched. The ghosts were only visible to those with holy power or who used magic to detect them, and her body showed no sign of contact.
But she could feel it just fine. In fact, the ghosts could overlap each other, not being really all the way there, and she felt the sensation of many hands in the same place, fingers squeezing in impossible ways, her body being pulled this way and that way, more and more ghosts surrounded her.
Their wispy forms didn't really have defined shapes, it was impossible to tell much of anything visually for most of them, no details at least, but it didn't matter. There were tall ones, there were short ones, there were ones with legs, there were others whose lower bodies ended in wispy tails, there were those who didn't have any limbs at all, and those who resembled transparent sheets moving in the wind.
But all of them just the same wrapped around her, bathing her in their resentment, their ire, their despair, their frustration...
Their frustration, for having died as virgins. Yes! Every last ghost, every last spirit, each and every single soul that the Mausoleum gathered, was attached to Earth by their frustration over having died without ever experiencing the touch of another human! More specifically, men who died without having sex, who had only known their hands for partnership.
"Come to me... satisfy yourselves upon my body," she called, spreading her legs, moving her feet to shoulder width apart.
The ectoplasmic hands all over her began to become more adventurous, as they seemed to realize that she was indeed there for them. A half dozen hands moved to her breasts, grabbing them everywhere, massaging them everywhere, bathing her in sensations that shouldn't be possible, being moved in multiple different directions at the same time, spiritual pleasure coursing through her as her sensitive tit flesh was played with by the ghosts.
She felt more hands grab her tits, pinch them, play with them. Some went as far as to give her the sensation of fingers slipping between her bra and breasts, teasing her, pinching her nipples, shaking her tits.
And then she saw that some of the ghosts were coming closer, and about a dozen ghosts latched what passed for their faces onto her tits, and it felt like she was getting kissed, sucked, licked, bit and, in the case of one naughty ghost, she felt someone's face between her breasts, shaking and vibrating. She felt tongues, lips, fingers and teeth, she felt it all, and trembled in place from the myriad sensations that should be incompatible.
But that wasn't the end. With the ghosts taking the step to concentrate on her chest paving the way, the rest wrapped around her body with little shame and absolutely no restraint, which was utterly delightful to her. There were dozens, probably even hundreds, of ghosts in the Mausoleum, and they all desired her so immensely, desired every part of her.
They wrapped around her entire body. She felt dozens of tongues, hundreds of hands, thousands of fingers, an infinity of bodies coming to her, her chest, much as with the living, received the lion's share of the attention and affection, but she felt ghosts passing onto her the sensations of being licked all over her body, her legs, her feet, her arms, her cheeks, even her hair, her fingers and toes, every part of her was getting touched, massaged, kissed, licked, and it was expanding as they realized that she was okay with serving as the receptacle of their desire and redeemer of their fate, the liberator of their frustrations.
She felt tongues and lips on her face and she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The ghosts were unsubtle, and they were sexually enjoying her tongue and mouth with their wispy limbs.
And then the first venturous ghost went lower, and she felt a hand slip under the black thong, and then fingers, quite appropriately, ghosting along the crack of her pussy. She gasped and mewled in appreciation, sticking her crotch forward, and all the ghosts seemed to be whipped into a frenzy. A hundred mouths sucked on her breasts, she was kissing a hundred more ghosts. She felt hands, teeth, tongues, lips and even nails on her sensitive titflesh, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, tossing it away.
Many ghosts converged on her crotch, and she felt and even more intense stimulation of every sort start there, her sensitive pussy suddenly being host to dozens of fingers and tongues, every fold, crease and bump being licked, sucked and fingered all at once.
She moved swiftly, hooking her fingers around her panties and then pulling them down, having to bend over to pull them under her thick thighs and down to her knees, letting them drop the rest of the way and then kicking them away.
Like it was a go signal, the ghosts moved the moment she stood back up.
And this time...
Pure bliss overcame Rayleigh as she felt not tongues, not fingers, not lips and not even toes, no, what she felt was the cocks of six hundred and sixty six frustrated virgin ghosts converge upon her all at once. The grand majority of them immediately went into her pussy, and she felt each and every single one simultaneously, the exploding pleasure infinitely greater than anything she had experienced before. Just from that alone, she had her own explosive orgasm that made her trip, catching herself before she hit the hard stone ground.
Many dozens of cocks moved onto her further.
She felt like she was taking fifty, no, maybe even sixty or seventy, men up her rear simultaneously.
Every cock was different, they each moved differently, they didn't match their rhythm. Some had weird bumps, some weren't quite all there, some were ridiculously huge, others were positively tiny. Some were fatter than they were long, others were so thin and long she felt like they were going all the way through her and poking the back of her throat. Some felt misshapen and weird, and others still, felt so average that in the menagerie of different cocks, they were unique.
She opened her mouth to moan and even as her voice came out, she choked on the sensation of many ghostly cocks taking the opportunity to invade her mouth, every taste reminding her of something she had experienced in her past. A taste that resembled a dirty farmer who she rewarded for his faith and piety with a thorough dick wash, a young nobleman, who she had convinced to donate a large amount of coin for an orphanage by sucking him off, and of course, the many, many priest dicks she had sucked as part of her regular activities.
It would be an understatement to say that Rayleigh loved cocks, loved them big, loved them small, loved them long, loved them fat, loved them thin, loved them short, loved a nicely washed and perfumed cock, loved the unwashed and stinky cock of the working man, she simply loved them in every shape, form or state.
She loved them in her mouth, loved them up her ass, and loved them in her pussy. She loved to service them, loved feeling as hundreds of ghostly cocks gouged out her insides and rearranged them, and loved even more the fact that they overlapped with each other and made her feel an impossible pleasure that could not be repeated.
Saint Elianne spent many days soothing the souls of the dead, especially those who died as virgins, and now, Rayleigh surely understood why!
The paladin was quickly fucked into oblivion and forced into a state of perpetual, incessant and mind bending orgasm that took her well beyond what she had ever thought possible before. Her divine blessings, especially those coming from Saint Elianne herself, energized her, hydrated her and kept her awake and thinking, the more she came, the more she rendered homage to the Saint, the more her powers grew.
The more cocks she sucked, the more she squeezed around the hundreds of ghosts in her pussy and ass, the more she groped in the dark to jerk off the half-incorporeal cocks around her, the more she acted to soothe the aching virginal souls around her, the more she wanted, and the more she got. She could feel them more intensely with every passing second as her powers grew, she could perceive them better.
She saw hundreds of faces, turning from rage, hatred, despair and frustration... to ones of blissful release and happiness.
Ectoplasmic goo began to explode within her and on her. She swallowed the first load and saw as the first of many began to glow golden and then disappear into golden light motes. The ghostly fluid poured down her throat, the only physical remnant of the ghost who had just been exorcised.
More and more came, more and more they came. More loads poured into her mouth, filling her stomach with the delicious sensation of a job well done.
They came, and they came hard, and they came some more. In her pussy, in her asshole, in her mouth. She felt like a hose had been plugged into her womb, the ghosts seemed to just skip it all and directly deposit their seed into her innermost parts, and she felt like all of her asshole, her intestines and even her stomach were being filled by the dozens of cumshots that erupted into her from behind.
She was fucked more, and more, and eventually, she fell on the ground, exhausted, and covered in glowing ghostly goo.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Rayleigh turned on her back, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Already, the place was smelling better. A little more holy, perhaps.
She then raised her hands and clasped them together in front of her chest.
"O, Lady Saint, O, God Above, hear my prayer... may these restless souls find solace in your light and in your warmth," she spoke, golden light glowing around her, holy energy spreading around, a thin whitish-gold mist spreading from around her.
The prayer was complete, and she smiled warmly, the glowing goo all over her disappearing as if it were being absorbed into her body, and even the bulge on her tummy from her overstuffed womb and stomach disappearing.
"Alright then," she said, sitting up and stretching her limbs. "That's room one clear," she said, standing up and dusting herself off.
She was an initiate in the Holy Order of Elianne, after all, and there was much to do, and many virgin ghosts to fuck. She gathered her bra and thong and pulled them on.
As she walked towards the next room, she ran a finger along her lips, then blew a kiss and a wink towards the sky, towards her Patron, Saint Elianne, whom she knew would either be watching and looking down on her and smiling... or she was probably on her knees, possibly stopping a war between the Lord of Lords and the Lesser Deities through means of her mouth and hands.
Really, her parents sending her to that convent was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and they were even proud of her, for doing the same things that they once said brought them shame!
Thus, the adventure of Rayleigh, the slutty Paladin, continued, as she was determined to redeem at least a thousand sexually frustrated ghosts in the next room!
