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Risphina's Twilight, The Forgotten Gender: Ch.2: The Deal Has Been Altered.
🕑 Added 2024-12-26 02:18:21 +0000 UTCThe streets of Rivian were slowly quieting down as all the women had returned to their homes. It was dark outside, and the only people left were the guards on the street. Isadora was riding the carriage as Tessa and Bethany were sleeping next to each other while holding the treasure, and Mel would laugh at them every once in a while.
'I can't wait to get back home. I need a bath. I'm tired of being stuck in this carriage.'
Mel was the one driving the horses, and they were nearing the front gate to the Noble Court.
"Time to turn in the report to Countess Elise, and we can finally go home," Isadora said as she leaned over to look at the magnificent mansion where the nobles would put out their requests for Adventurers or Mercenaries to complete. It was similar to the Adventurer's Guild, but the Guild dealt with civil requests where the Nobles would only deal with their own matters, and the Guild would not be involved in their affairs.
"What do you think the Countess will say?" Mel asked.
"Hopefully, she'll keep her end of the bargain and keep the Church off my back about getting pregnant."
"I understand, my Lady... I've had seven miscarriages already, and I only have two more years before they stop demanding that I visit the Temples of Life."
"I wish I was 25 years old already... So those Priestesses would stop bothering me."
"They just care about the future of our race, my Lady. Without their efforts, we would have been wiped out already."
"Well, they can find another noble house to get pregnant. I'll not have any kids, and it doesn't seem pleasant when they stick their artifact into your womanhood and force the sacred waters of the fertility pits into you."
"It's not that bad. A bit uncomfortable but not bad."
"You're really selling it. But I would rather not. I mean, the Duchess's daughter, Vayna, has finally gotten hre pregnancy to stick after fourteen miscarriages, and she was forced to have a ritual that was supposed to give her body the blessing of the gods. Now her belly is showing, and everyone needs to go to the bridal party in the coming month. It's the talk of the whole kingdom."
"Oh, I heard. Everyone was talking about it at the Temple and the Cathedral. It's amazing that she's able to have the child after so long. I mean, she must be the luckiest girl in the world. The goddess blessed her mother, and now her daughter is having the first royal baby born of this generation."
"You call it lucky?... I call it an inconvenience. Don't let your mother or grandmother hear you say that. They will have a fit and try to get you to go back to the Temple," Mel said.
"You don't need to remind me with how often they nag me. I swear that my mom only wants me to get pregnant to show off to the nobility during parties... But the only noble daughters that are or have carried a child are Vayna, Hilda, Misha, and Yelena. That's it... Isadora, it's your duty as the next Baroness to continue the bloodline... Pff! Don't make me laugh," Isadora said with her best impression of her mom.
Mel couldn't help but laugh at Isadora. "Hahahaha!... Yeah, well... Maybe at some point, she'll stop... But until then, we need to turn in the quest and get the reward from Countess Elise."
"Yeah, I know. HEY! You two! We're here!" Isadora shouted, and Tessa and Bethany woke up from their deep sleep.
"Huh!? Where!?" Tessa was flailing around, and Bethany was grabbing the treasure. She had a crossbow in her hand, ready to attack.
"Oh? Sorry, my Lady... We were sleeping." Bethany said.
"Obviously, we are at the Noble's Court."
"Oh, wow. Already?" Tessa was stretching her back.
"Yup, and let's hope this Countess keeps her word," Isadora said as she hopped off the carriage.
Mel skillfully brought the carriage to a gentle halt before leaping off with a spirited energy. She quickly made her way to the graceful necks of the two horses, where she paused for a moment, admiring their sleek coats glistening in the sunlight. With a tender smile, she pressed her lips against their soft, warm fur, showering them with affection.
"Thank you for getting us back safe and sound, girls," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and gratitude.
The two horses responded with joyful neighs, their ears perked up in delight as they soaked in the attention from the lovely young priestess. Their big, expressive eyes sparkled with happiness, reflecting the special bond they shared.
"Hey, Mel! You can stay here with the carriage with Bethany while Tessa and I turn in the report. We'll be back soon."
"Yes, my Lady. I'll wait."
"Hold on! Why can't Bethany go with you? I should stay with the treasure."
"They... And run off like a thief in the night?... I don't think so. Besides, Bethany is a stand-up gal, and she would never steal from a friend."
"I'm glad you're confident in my character. I'll watch The Treasure. And Tessa, you better be nice. Or your half might be a little lighter than mine!"
"Oh! If you do, I'll—"
"TESSA! Come on. Let's go. We don't have time to fight with her," Isadora ordered her scout to stand down.
"Yeah, yeah. Fine."
Tessa jumped off the carriage, and Isadora led the way; the two walked over to the large door that led to the main entrance. The two guards standing outside looked at them and were waiting for their request.
"Good Evening. I have completed a quest and need to speak with Countess Elise. Is she still available?"
"The Countess was just about to retire, but we will tell her you have arrived."
"Thank you."
"Please stand over by the side."
"Of course."
Isadora and Tessa walked over to the side and stood there as the guard walked into the back room and closed the door behind her.
"Tessa, your greed is going to get the better of you someday."
"Oh, please. I've been like this my whole life, and I want to earn enough money to retire by 30 years old, and I can travel the world. There are tons of quests to do. I'll have plenty of money by then."
"Really, huh? Well, it sounds like a nice dream. But we both know that isn't going to happen. We won't even see 40 if we keep this up. So many things can go wrong."
"But that's part of the thrill. I mean, the rewards are great, the loot is amazing, and the danger is thrilling. You can't beat that. It's a rush, and nothing can match it."
"I guess so... But I would rather stay home and relax in my mansion than have to deal with this crap."
"Oh, come on. You're not saying you would rather stay cooped up in the mansion than to fight monsters and clear dungeons and find treasures and kill the demons and—"
"I get it. You love the thrill and the danger and everything else. You have made that clear. I just want to enjoy a peaceful life when the Temple of Life stops bugging me about having children and not worrying about dying by an orc or a giant spider or whatever."
"So, you're the type of girl who wants to be partnerless for the rest of her life, huh?"
"Huh?... I mean, if the right woman comes along, then I'm not against it. But I'm not exactly looking for anyone. I just don't find any fun about grinding up against each other. I tried it when I was in the academy with some rich girl, but I also dislocated my hips, and I never really climaxed... It's probably not for me, and I'm fine with that."
"Really, huh? Well, I hear what you are saying. I had this one girl who almost did the same thing with me. That's why I stopped going for women in the knighthood. They're a little too aggressive." Tessa said as she grimaced at the memory of having fun with a woman stronger than her.
"Yeah, no kidding."
"And it's not like I have time for relationships anyway—"
The doors opened to the female guards, and she was wearing a formal armor suit.
"Isadora, Daughter of Baroness Elizabeth. Countess Elise will see you now. Please follow me," The female guard said.
"Very well, please lead the way."
Isadora and Tessa followed her, and the guard took them upstairs and into the main great hall, where Elise was sitting at her desk.
"Isadora... You've made it back... I hope you were able to complete the quest," Elise said as she looked up at the young adventurer and her scout.
"Yes, we completed the quest," Isadora said as Tessa handed her a bag with pieces of the Dungeon crystal.
"Well, let's see what you've got," Elise replied, her curiosity piqued.
"Sure, here you are."
Elise tugged at the aged leather bag, her fingers deftly lifting the worn flap. With a decisive motion, she emptied its contents onto her desk, watching as the scattered pieces tumbled and clattered against the surface. As if animated by some unseen force, the fragments began to shift and align, gradually coalescing into a striking symbol of a snake consuming its own tail, which pulsed with a warm, glowing light.
Her eyes sparkled with intrigue as she leaned closer. "Oh?... Very promising... It appears the dungeon has been vanquished, and the villagers can breathe easy once more. Excellent work, Isadora. Now, let's discuss your reward. Please, step closer."
"Thank you," Isadora replied, her voice a mix of humility and pride.
With a knowing smile, Elise reached beneath her desk and retrieved a small, intricately crafted box, its surface glimmering slightly in the soft light. She opened it with a flourish, revealing a treasure trove of shimmering gold coins nestled inside, each one sparkling like a tiny sun.
"Wow! That's a lot of money." Tessa said with starry eyes.
Isadora grabbed the box but looked at Elise.
"And what about the other part of the agreement? Are you going to keep your end of the bargain?"
The Countess sighed and tightened her lips into a straight line.
"I was... But the Queen has overruled my authority."
"WHAT! What do you mean she's overruled it?"
"I'm sorry. My hands are tied. There is nothing I can do. She wants the nobles who have yet to have a child to continue trying to conceive a child no matter how many miscarriages they have."
"What the fuck is wrong with her? Are you serious? She's going to have women die because they can't give birth anymore? How is that good for the Kingdom?"
The Countess snapped at Isadora, "Do not speak I'll of her Majesty! You should be happy that you delayed this for five years, Isadora!... The noble lines are shrinking with each generation... You have no aunts or cousins, correct?"
"No. I don't."
"That's the problem... If there are not enough children being born, then we will not have the numbers to fight the demons and the monsters. The Church will not be happy with us if the demons take the continent of Rivian, and the Church will not be able to hold the Demon King back on its own. It's your duty as the next Baroness to continue the bloodline. You need to have children."
"But—"
"No! I will not have you delay the inevitable any longer, and it's her Majesty's orders... Here. This will be delivered to the High Priestess tomorrow morning. I suggest you make your way to the palace and have a meeting with her immediately."
Isadora frowned with clenched fists. She sighed to calm herself, took the envelope, and put it in her bag.
"I'm sorry, Isadora... You should head back home and enjoy your time with your mother. Tell Elizabeth I said hi, and I look forward to seeing her at Vayna's baby shower."
"Whatever... Come on, Tessa. Let's go."
"Right."
"Goodnight."
"Night."
Isadora was fuming as she and Tessa made their way back to the carriage. Mel and Bethany saw their faces and could tell that things had not gone as well as they had hoped.
"What happened?" Bethany asked.
"The Queen has overruled the Countess's authority. And the letter has been sent. So, I have a damn date with the High Priestess. It looks like you girls are on your own for a bit until I have a miscarriage a few times. It's freaking pointless... Anyway, keep in touch, and I'll contact you once the Temple is off my back."
"I'm sorry, my Lady."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Wait, boss! Here's your cut of the treasure," Tessa said as she tossed her a bag. Isadora caught it easily and tossed the box full of coins.
"You gals behave yourselves. Especially you, Tessa."
"Hey! Don't worry, we'll be fine."
"Well, take care. I'll be busy for the next few months. Until then, stay safe."
"Thanks, my Lady. Have a safe trip."
"Thanks, Mel. You too. Night, everyone."
"Night."
"Goodnight."
Isadora would have taken the carriage back to her family's mansion, but she wanted to walk the streets and enjoy the cool breeze, the moon, and the stars. She needed time to clear her mind and relax before the inevitable. She didn't know how long it would take for her to get pregnant, but the Priestesses and the Temples were relentless in their efforts. They had already made the Duchess of the kingdom have a miscarriage fifteen times before; finally, the pregnancy stuck.
'I can't believe the Queen is going this far to keep the nobles from being able to choose when they can have kids. Maybe it's just humanity's time. Maybe the gods have abandoned us. Either way, I'm not going to let the Church or the Queen or the goddesses force me to do anything.'
Isadora was so lost in her thoughts she didn't realize that she arrived at the front gates of the Baroness's family estate. The two female knights stood there as they waited for her arrival.
"Lady Isadora. Your mother was expecting you... She's gotten the good word from the Queen's messenger," One of the knights said.
"Of course, she did. Alright, well. Let's get this over with."
"Welcome back, Milady," the knight with a saluted.
Isadora was in no mood for conversation; she just walked past them and made her way into the mansion. Her mother's voice could be heard echoing down the hallway.
"ISADORA! Where have you been!?"
"Here we go..." Isadora whispered.
She turned the corner and was face-to-face with her mother and her maid
"Isadora! Where were you?"
"Out, Mother. You know the deal with the Countess and I," Isadora said.
"But here I received a letter from her Majesty. You have been chosen to become a part of the Kingdom's Fertility Ritual and are to make your way to the Temple by tomorrow afternoon."
"I'll pass."
"YOU WILL NOT!"
Elizabeth roared as she stepped in front of her daughter and glared into her eyes.
"I've told you countless times that your duty is to continue our family's line, and now your Queen has asked you to honor her wishes and receive the Goddess's gift and bear children. You will not disrespect her Majesty. Do you understand me, young lady?"
Isadora huffed, went around her mother, and stormed off to her Grandmother's room. It was a long shot, but she was the only one she could count on for help. Isadora slammed her Grandma's door open.
The Dowager of House Estragon was sitting in her nightgown reading a long-form story when her granddaughter barged into her room. Esther, her maid, nearly jumped out of her skin, but Yvette didn't move and turned a page in her book.
"What now Isadora? I'm trying to read."
"Grandma, help me. The Queen has chosen me for the fertility ritual, and Mother is making me go through with it. I'm not doing it until I say so. I won't let them do that to me," Isadora pleaded.
Elizabeth made it to her mother's room to her daughter, trying to get around her back with her grandma.
"Don't you dare try to use your grandmother against me! And stop this foolishness. The Queen has made her decision. It's final," Elizabeth warned her daughter.
"It's not final if I say it's not final. If you and the Queen want to force this on me, then I will leave the Kingdom and live the rest of my days somewhere else. I'll join the church and live with the other clergy. Maybe they will have more respect for the wishes of their followers," Isadora threatened.
Yvette's things started to show in her temples as she closed her book.
"Enough!" Yvette shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. Her daughter and granddaughter looked at the older woman as she put her book down.
"Isadora... I understand where you are coming from, but you either let the High Priestesses bless you with the Goddess's painful yet necessary gift, or you do it yourself, and we have the house Priestess witness it... Those are your only choices."
"Mother! Why are you even entertaining this nonsense?" Elizabeth said.
"I'm not entertaining it. But I can sympathize with her... Isadora. I know you are worried about being forced into something you don't want to do, but the Queen's decision is final. She will not budge. But the Church will if you don't want the priestesses to force it upon you. You need to be the one who does the deed."
Isadora frowned at first, but then she remembered that she had the vial of the sacred white liquid from a fertilization spring in her pouch.
"Haah... Mother, where are we going to get the sacred fertilization water at this time of day... We are better off just letting the High Priestess—"
"I have a vial of sacred liquid..." Isadora's voice trailed off, a hint of uncertainty lacing her words as she added, "...I got it during my journey to the Outer Planes." The half-truth hung in the air, thick with intrigue.
Elizabeth and Yvette exchanged glances, eyes widening in surprise as Isadora eagerly rummaged through her well-worn pouch. Finally, her fingers wrapped around the small glass vial, and she produced it with a flourish, the candlelight catching its surface in shimmering reflections.
"Where did you get that?" Elizabeth asked, her brow furrowing with curiosity and suspicion.
Isadora took a breath, willing her voice to sound steady. "From a traveling Priestess of the Goddess. Risphina was handing them out, and Tessa decided to play a prank on me. I was planning to return them to the Temple when we arrived," she fibbed again, the words tumbling out with practiced ease.
Yvette and Elizabeth regarded each other with skepticism, their expressions a mixture of doubt and intrigue, before their eyes returned to the vial cradled in Isadora's hand. Yvette stepped forward, a glint of determination in her gaze. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the smooth glass as she took the vial from Isadora, examining it with keen interest.
Holding it up to the warm candlelight, she studied the liquid within; it sparkled with a subtle luminescence that hinted at its otherworldly origin. "It seems real," Yvette mused, her voice now tinged with a hint of wonder. She carefully uncorked the vial, the delicate pop echoing softly in the quiet room. With a cautious breath, she leaned in and sniffed the contents.
Instantly, her eyebrows shot up, betraying her surprise. The scent that wafted from the vial was unmistakable—a heady, earthy aroma reminiscent of the fertility springs of the Temple, but this was amplified, a potent essence that filled her lungs with a familiar yet overwhelming force. The fragrance swirled around her senses, igniting a cascade of memories long tucked away.
"Hmm. The scent is authentic. And the liquid looks thicker."
"Let me see that," Elizabeth said.
Yvette gave the vial to her daughter, who had a similar response.
"Wow... I've never smelled a more powerful scent. This definitely seems like the real thing... But we better make sure that it is... Miss Esther. Please bring Sister Qiona here," Elizabeth said.
"Yes, Mistress."
The maid bowed and ran off to the guest quarters to the room of the visiting House Priestess. Elizabeth and Yvette looked at the youngest member of House Estragon.
"If this is the real deal, you can perform the ritual yourself. You have the right to decide for yourself. Once you do, then we can report this to the High Priestess and her Majesty," Elizabeth said.
“If anyone is going to inject something into my body that’s going to be painful and uncomfortable, I'd rather it be me doing it,” Isadora muttered, frustration lacing her voice. “Why does it have to feel so miserable? Shouldn’t the goddess have made this experience a little more bearable?”
Elizabeth shot her a knowing glance, her expression a mixture of sympathy and resolve. “Oh, Isadora, you’re preaching to the choir. But remember, this isn’t meant to be easy. The pain is part of the blessing. The goddess and her sacred fertility water remind us that bringing life into the world isn’t without its struggles. That discomfort you’re feeling? It's a reminder of the strength and sacrifices tied to motherhood, a testament to the goddess’s promise to support all women on this journey.”
"Right..." Isadora was rolling her eyes.
Isadora didn't know if the sacred white water was really the real deal, but she wasn't going to let some old crone stick a divining rod into her privates.
The doors opened to the three noblewomen and a younger woman with silver hair in a long ponytail, a green habit, and a black cross on the back of her robe.
"You called for me, Mistress."
"Yes, Sister Qiona. My daughter has come into possession of a vial of Sacred White Water. Can you confirm that it's the real thing?" Elizabeth said as she outstretched her arm with the vial.
"Uhm, certainly," Qiona said as she approached the noblewoman, took the vial, and held it up to the candle's light.
"Hmm. It has a nice glow, and the thick viscosity is similar."
Qiona opened the vial and took a quick sniff, and her eyes shot wide open as she gagged.
"Oh! My! This is the real deal! How did you come into possession of this, Lady Isadora?
"A traveling Priestess of the Temple gave it to my subordinate, and she thought it would be a funny prank for me to have it," Isadora replied, keeping up the lie.
"Well, that was rather fortunate. I never heard of any of our Priestesses doing such a thing. But maybe they thought it was a way to get women to have their own private time to decide for themselves. Either way, I have a Divining Rod back in my room. Allow me to confirm the authenticity."
"Please do," Yvette said.
"This way."
Qiona stepped into the guest's quarters, the air thick with anticipation, and retrieved her divining rod—a delicate glass artifact that seemed almost otherworldly. Its slender form, no longer than three inches, was reminiscent of ancient symbols, with a subtly phallic shape that drew the eye. The smooth surface gleamed in the soft light, revealing intricate patterns that sparkled like stars within the glass.
At the back end, an opening awaited, designed for a glass vial that attached seamlessly, cradling a shimmering white liquid inside. This sacred essence held immense power; when a user channeled their Mana into the rod, the white liquid surged through a narrow canal with precision and purpose. It would flow into the woman's womb, where the sacred fluid interacted with her body, igniting a cascade of hormonal responses essential for conception. An air of mystique surrounded the rod, a bridge between intention and the miracle of life.
"Okay. Please remove your trousers, Lady Isadora," Qiona said.
"Sure, but I will be the one who does the injection," Isadora said.
"But that is my duty as a Sister of the Goddess Risphina and—"
"I don't care what you say. I am not having someone insert that thing into me. Not after I spent so much time gathering the courage to do this. So, please, allow me."
Qiona wanted to argue, but the stern look in Isadora's eyes was not the same as when she first met her. She had the look of a person who had made her mind up, and no one could talk her out of it.
"Very well. I understand... But you must do it in front of me."
"Understood."
Isadora took off her shoes, unbuckled her belt, and pushed her trousers and undergarments down. She was still wearing her tunic. Qiona looked at her exposed crotch and the small patch of black pubic hair above her womanhood.
"Do you know what to do, Isadora?" Yvette asked.
"Yes, grandmother. Just let me prepare myself."
Isadora sat on the mattress and opened her legs wide. Qiona walked up to her and handed her the divining rod.
"It is usually easier to inject it while lying on your back, My Lady," Qiona said.
"I know, but I have to make sure the liquid gets into me properly."
"I understand."
Isadora took a deep breath and looked at the Priestess one more time, "How painful is it?"
"It is quite painful. Some women have cried out in pain, but others have found the pain to be less painful. The goddess's waters have different effects on each individual woman. But no two injections are the same. That's why lying on your back is the preferred method. So you can ride out whatever discomfort you are going to experience," Qiona explained.
Isadora nodded, "Got it... Thank you for the advice."
"Of course. Shall I go fetch one of the maids to assist you?"
"No. I can handle this. Please just keep watch and make sure I don't hurt myself."
"Certainly."
"Okay, here goes nothing..."
Isadora aimed the smaller end of the divining rod into her opening, and it was cold.
"Whoa. It's cold."
"I'm sorry! I forgot to warm it up."
"No, no. It's fine."
Isadora pushed the divining rod until it reached the entrance of her womanhood, and then she began to slowly push it into her. She felt the head of the rod enter her, and she groaned.
"Ohhh..."
"Are you okay?" Yvette asked.
"Yeah. It's just weird feeling something inside of me... I can already feel the tip poking something deep inside me, but it doesn't hurt. At least not yet."
"Just remember My Lady, to push your Mana into the divining rod when you are ready. And lay back and relax. Your body will do the rest."
"Right. Okay."
Isadora was sweating a bit as she laid back against the soft pillows. She aimed the rod into her and started pushing it in deeper, and she felt the head of the divining rod hit a wall.
"Ooohhhh..." Isadora moaned, closed her eyes, and relaxed her muscles. She began to channel her mana into the rod, and she felt something warm enter her body. She clenched her teeth and grabbed the pillow beneath her, and she waited for the stinging sensation to start as the sacred white liquid entered her body and shot into her womb. But instead of a stinging sensation, she felt a hot wave wash over her entire body.
'Okay, okay... Just breathe and bear through the pain, Isadora... I trained as a knight, and I've dealt with—AUNGH!?... W-What was that?... AUNGH!'
Isadora gritted her teeth and arched her back. Everyone who was witnessing Isadora thought she was dealing with the pain, but in reality, the daughter of the Baroness was dealing with euphoric pleasure.
"UUUHHNNN! OOOHHH!"
"Isadora! Are you alright!?" Yvette asked, worried for her granddaughter's health.
"Just bear through the pain, Isadora. It will pass soon," Elizabeth said.
Isadora grabbed the mattress beneath her, and her toes curled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her entire body. Her womanhood was soaking wet with her fluids, and her heart was beating rapidly. Her nipples were erect and poking against her tunic, and she could barely catch her breath.
'What's happening!? Why do I feel so good!? The sacred white water is supposed to make me feel miserable and painful and not pleasure. What is happening?' Isadora thought as her skin was getting goosebumps. The divining rod was still inside her, and the way it was hitting her G-Spot and her clitoris was causing her to rock her hips as her breathing started quickening.
"OOOOHHH! HAAAANNNGGG!"
'Oh, no! I can't cum. They'll know. I have to stay quiet.'
Isadora was struggling so much to fight her orgasmic urge she didn't notice her mother's and Grandmother's worried looks. Qiona's eyes were wide open, and she was shocked at how different her reactions were compared to other women who had injected the sacred water into themselves. The Priestess thought that Isadora was going through the worst pain of her life.
'I have to stay quiet. I can't let them know. This feels so good. Why does this feel so good?'
"OOOOHHHH! AAUUUNNNGGGHH!!!"
Isadora's body finally couldn't hold on anymore, and her walls contracted and squeezed around the divining rod. Isadora's body shook violently as her orgasm took control of her. She arched her back and head into the mattress and screamed in pleasure.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
She grabbed the mattress and tore at the sheets as her hips bucked. Her fluids sprayed out and stained the mattress and the pillow. Her body continued to rock in ecstasy. Her mind was in a state of euphoria.
'Oh my gods... That felt so good... I-I don't know what came over me. I thought I remembered that the sacred water was supposed to be painful, but it was amazing... Oh, wow... I have to do that again. No, whatever this sacred white liquid was had to be different from the Temple's white liquid... Maybe there's another vial of this stuff in the dungeon?... Gah! What's wrong with me!? Whatever, I did what the Queen wanted, and in a few weeks, I'll miscarry my fetus and be back to adventuring... But damn, that felt nice...'
The divining rod slipped out of her as she tried to get up but was still weak from her powerful orgasm.
"Isadora! What's wrong?" Yvette said.
"I-I don't know. My body feels really heavy," Isadora lied.
"I'm so sorry, my Lady... I'll warn the church that some Priestesses are passing out fake sacred water—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!... It was real, right? I-I don't want to go through with that again," Isadora half-lied again. If the sacred white liquid was the same as the stuff she found in the dungeon, she might not mind it being injected into her again.
"I can check, but are you sure you are okay? That looked painful," Qiona said.
"It didn't—I mean, I survived. It's fine," Isadora was lying through her teeth, and no one could tell.
"Okay. Here, let me check," Qiona took out a special talisman and moved it to Isadora's lower abdomen, and it lit up a bright blue.
"Yes, it's authentic. It's been injected. Now, all you have to do is wait for a few weeks and see if it takes... But seeing how painful it was, it probably won't."
Isadora felt relieved but a little disappointed at the same time.
"Good... Then I don't have to worry about it anymore. Right, Mother?"
"That's right, dear. And I'm sorry for pressuring you to go through with this, Isadora... I was under pressure from the Queen... And I wanted to continue our family line."
"I know, Mother... Just so you know... Don't be mad if I don't carry on the family line. I'm just not interested in trying this again like Vayna. How many times has she tried to get pregnant? I lost count after her tenth miscarriage."
"I know. Don't worry, my dear. I'll try to advise them that you can only try this a few times more," Elizabeth said.
"Good~mmmh?" Isadora was interrupted when her hunger blindsided her.
"It appears the injection has taken a toll on her... She needs to rest and have a hearty meal... Miss Esther, can you prepare a meal for Lady Isadora?" Yvette said.
"Absolutely. What would you like, My Lady?"
"Uuuhhh... Meat and potatoes. Lots and lots of meat and potatoes," Isadora replied as she rubbed her belly before slowly putting on her trousers and her shoes.
"Yes, My Lady."
Isadora left Qiona's room, went into hers, and crashed into her bed. She was so hungry, and she needed a nap.
'Oh, man... I'm starving. Maybe I can snag me my own divining rod and use it to hit that spot deep inside me again... No, no, no. I can't think like that... This is supposed to be an annoying ritual, but for some reason, that white liquid was the most incredible thing ever. I can't believe I enjoyed it that much. Well, whatever... As long as that High Priestess, Mother Doreth, doesn't touch me down there, I'm good.'
Isadora heard a knock at her door, and she quickly sat up, "Yes, come in."
"My Lady, I have your food," Miss Esther said.
"Great. Set it on the table."
Miss Esther entered and set the tray of steaming hot food, and the maid left her to eat.
'Oh, Gods!... Jen outdid herself.'
Isadora's decorum flew out the window, and she stuffed her mouth with the cooked meat and potato. She scarfed down her meal like a savage animal, and she belched when her plate was empty.
'Ahh, so full... Now for that nap.'
Isadora yawned, and as she stretched, her nipples poked at her tunic. She didn't know what was going on with her. First, she orgasmed while injecting herself, and now her breasts were growing tender.
'I guess the Goddess's Sacred White Liquid is messing with me a bit. Oof! My belt feels a little tight... Maybe I should sleep without it.'
Isadora unbuckled her belt and tossed her sword, her leather pauldron, and her belt onto the ground.
"Do you need my help, my Lady? Do you want me to assist you in taking off your clothes?" Miss Esther asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh, no. Thank you. You can leave. I'll take my own~mmmh clothes off."
"Of course, my Lady. Shall I prepare you a bath in case you wish to bathe before bed?"
"Oh, no. That won't be necessary... I'm just going to get a quick nap in."
"Alright, my Lady. Call for me if you need anything."
"I will, thank you."
