Your earliest memories are of you praying to the Goddess with your fellow sisters. You still remember that day, during prayer with your tiny hands clasped before you, looking up and seeing the face of divine beauty captured in flawless marvel as the hymns echoed all around you. From that moment you knew, your heart would always belong to her and your sisters.
Their were other spirits, gods and goddesses in the world of course, but your order simply called her The Goddess. For as long as you could remember you have never been alone, you have never been unloved. You’ve always had your sisters near you, and the affection of the Goddess to guide you, and you return the favor. You’ve spent your entire life in the cathedral, living your life as the Goddess wills, spreading happiness, affection, and joy among young fellow sisters.
You still remember your first kiss, it was with sister Alice, you were 14 it was summer and you and your friends were on a trip to the lake. Goddess above, just remembering her in that bikini was enough to get you going. The two of you behind that tree, the sun setting just as she confessed to you. She was your first girlfriend, but not your last. Sister Triss, sister Felicia, sister Sophia. Sister Gloria’s ass was definitely worth putting up with her personality, and sister Anna’s fingers must have been a gift from the goddess herself. You briefly got back together with Alice after that and showed her some of the tricks both of you picked up, but it didn’t work out and you broke it off with her again. Now it was just four days away from your eighteenth birthday and you we’re happily cleaning the book shelves in the western wing of the cathedral.
“Sister Alyssia.” Someone called your name breaking you from your reminiscing. “Canniness Attilade wants to speak with you.” Said sister Maria. You smiled kissed your fellow nun giving her ass a good squeeze. Sister Maria was your current girlfriend, unlike you she came to the cathedral as a teenager, you were tasked with showing her around, one thing lead to another and here you were now. Maria also clearly had some elf blood in her given her pointed ears.
‘Thanks for telling me babe.’ You respond ‘Think you could finish up in here for me?’
She looked around and smiled. “Sure thing honey all that’s left is to dust, no problem.”
‘You’re the best.’
“I know.”
With that you changed out of your cleaning garb and into your normal nun outfit, which consisted of a black tube dress with slits cut on the side up to your rib cage. Lace panties with garter belts, knee high white socks and black heals, and of course a scapular and wimple, with the church’s holy symbol hanging around your neck (a golden heart with a four pointed star cut out of the center).
As one climbed the ranks in the nunnery your outfit became more and more revealing. Young girls wore simple long black dresses with long sleeves, with more and more fabric gradually being removed as they got older.
The goddess blessed those who worship her with many gifts, such as no periods, no body hair, and perfect bodies so flaunting them was seen as a sign of worship.
You walked down the hallway to the canniness’s office saying warmly greeting your your fellow scantily clad nuns as they responded in kind. The coven was very open about same sex relationships. Several of your teachers were in relationships with one another, some even being polyamorous. More love to share with your sisters.
You came to the canniness’s office and took in a deep breath before entering. Canniness Attilade was the holiest individual in the entire cathedral, holding the highest rank among your order for longer than you have even been alive and seamingly never aging a single day. Many theorized she had an elven ancestor, thus granting her such a long life without developing a single wrinkle, whenever asked directly she would always respond that it was “just one of the Goddesses many blessings.”
What wasn’t a rumor though was that in her younger days she was indeed a paladin of The Goddess, and slew a great many evils in the world before eventually retiring here.
You entered the chamber your heart nearly skipping a beat as you saw her halo’d by the rising sun streaming through the windows behind her. She was utterly divine, soft supple skin with hints of toned muscles underneath, flawless white flesh, straight long silver hair, perfectly carved features, an hour glass body with tits bigger than her head, and to top all that off was her outfit. It was a translucent robe underneath which sat the most elegant silk lingerie ever created, specifically crafted just for her body to show as much skin as possible while also remaining gracefully. If you didn’t believe the Goddess of Beauty exited, than you had never met Canniness Attilade. Both Men and Women instantly threw aside any vows they had just to subjugate themselves before her bare feet (she also never wore shoes). Even the nuns who had lived with her their entire lives weren’t immune to her beauty, and would always blush whenever they saw her, like you were currently. The only one immune to beauty was the canniness herself, who did everything not to act beauty, this only added to her beauty.
‘Mother Attilade.’ You say bowing your head.
“Sister Alyssia.” You clutched your legs together trying to hold back your arousal at her bell like voice ringing your name through your head.
“You are probably wondering why I called you here today...”