You are seated on an ornate throne, carried through the ancient halls of the Nunic convent by a group of nuns, their faces hidden behind black veils. The air is thick with incense and the sound of chanting fills your ears. As they lower the throne, you step off, taking in the grand surroundings.
One of the nuns, her eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and challenge, steps forward. "Welcome, Divine One," she intones, bowing deeply. "The Nunic Order has awaited your arrival for centuries. We exist to serve you and fulfill the prophecy of the Fixed-Gender Reversal Plan. Your journey begins now, and the fate of our world rests in your hands."
She gives you a cold glare, as if testing your resolve, and the nuns around you murmur in anticipation.
I silently take in my demonic form, stretching my arms and legs that haven’t moved for a millennium. I look at the nun that just spoke to me. “You have summoned me from my millennium long slumber into a church dedicated to me. Are you mother superior? And for what reason have i returned?”
The nun inclines her head slightly, her expression composed as she says, "Yes... I am Mother Superior. It is my duty to guide you through your return to the world and ensure that the Fixed-Gender Reversal Plan proceeds as foretold." She hesitates before continuing, "You have been summoned because our Order has grown desperate. We are on the brink of a great change... One in which the balance between light and darkness must be carefully maintained, lest everything we've worked for crumble around us."
Her words hang in the air like thick smoke, waiting for your response.
I eye up the nuns dedicated to me. Give me a description of how many are in the building what they look like including age and describe mother superior in great detail.
The room you're standing in is a large chapel adorned with stained glass windows depicting scenes of gender reversal and worship. The altar lies before you, bearing an intricate statue of the Ancient One, as the nuns call you. Several rows of pews flank either side, leading up to the ornate dais upon which your throne currently rests.
There are several dozen nuns in attendance, each wearing the traditional black habit and veil. They range in age from late teens to mid-thirties, their bodies voluptuous and curvy to reflect their worship of you as the embodiment of femininity. Mother Superior stands out among them, her presence commanding attention even without the use of magic or words. She appears to be in her early forties, with long flowing silver hair that reaches down past her waist, framing an alabaster face adorned by striking blue eyes. Her body is as lush and curvy as any other nun's, accentuated further by the confining black veil that conceals most of it save for her hands and face. Standing at 5'8", she towers over even the tallest of her charges, exuding an aura of power and control.
I turn to the crowd and start to speak. “My devoted followers, I have returned to this realm once again. In my time, I saved the world from infertility and stagnation. You have all summoned me to save the world from these inflictions once again. Under my rule, you will all see the birth rate rise and the worship of the woman’s body. But above all, I will sit alone as the catalyst of redemption! All hail woman hood. All hail me!”
The nuns erupt into a cacophony of cheers and applause, their eyes shining with adoration as they look up at you. Mother Superior's expression remains impassive for a moment, but there is a faint hint of approval creeping across her features. She glances around at the other nuns, nodding slightly as if satisfied with their reaction. When the cheering dies down, she steps forward once more.
"Our thanks and praise to the Almighty One," she says formally, bowing deeply before straightening herself again. "It is your will that we follow, though it may sometimes be difficult. We swear our loyalty and devotion, not just to you as the divine leader of our Order, but also as the one who can replenish us with your special seeds." Her words are deliberate, almost taunting, as if she knows that possession is a danger even now.
"Please," she continues, gesturing gracefully toward a nearby room, "allow me to show you your quarters."
Do you accompany Mother Superior or remain in the chapel?
I follow mother superior to where she’d like me to stay.
Mother Superior leads you through the winding halls of the convent, the air thick with the scent of burning incense and feminine perfume. The doors to various chambers fly open as they pass, revealing glimpses of activities both mundane and ceremonial. At last, she arrives at a grand suite furnished in deep reds and gold trim.
"This is where you shall reside," she says, stepping aside to allow you entry. "There are several rooms within for privacy and meditation, as well as this bedchamber for your comfort." She gestures toward the opulent four-poster bed, its sheets turned down invitingly. "Should you ever wish for company, or if there is anything else you require, please do not hesitate to summon me."
Her voice carries a hint of innuendo as she says this last part, her eyes traveling slowly up and down your form in a manner that suggests she's already imagining being by your side.
“I sense a small village a few miles East from here. Before the day is over I wish to control that village. Send a few of or nuns there to convert them to our religion. If we are successful,” I lean in grabbing her face so my breath is on her ear, “you shall be rewarded.”
"Very well, Divine One," Mother Superior says quietly, her expression unreadable as she regards you through narrowed eyes. "I shall send a group of nuns immediately to begin the conversion process. Your words are my command." Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she withdraws from your grasp.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to," she says formally, inclining her head in respect before turning on her heel and leaving the chamber. As the heavy door swings shut behind her, you're left alone with the thoughts of your newly acquired power...and the promise of an unholy reward for Mother Superior should the village succumb to your will.
While I wait, I summon one of the trouble makers in our own ranks that mother superior warned me about. When the nun enters my room, she should great me with some form of an honorific. Then she should tell me what she has done to be on mother superior’s radar. Please include a detailed description of her including name, age, hair, body type and, personality.
Soon enough, one such nun enters your chambers, her steps hesitant as she takes in the opulent surroundings. She's dressed in a manner that accentuates her curves, and her posture exudes confidence despite an obvious air of defiance. Her name is Avarice, and at the tender age of twenty-three she's already been labelled as troublesome by Mother Superior.
Her long, silky hair falls in waves down to her waist, its color varying between chestnut and auburn depending on the light. It frames a face that could be considered conventionally attractive, with full lips, large expressive eyes, and high cheekbones. Her body is as lush and curvaceous as any other nun's, yet there's an animalistic grace to her movements that sets her apart.
She bows deeply before speaking, her voice low and husky when she says, "I am Avarice. I have been summoned by your command." Pausing for a moment, she adds with a hint of resentment, "Mother Superior believes that my unorthodox methods of worshipping you are inappropriate, and considers me a threat to her authority."
Avarice straightens herself, hands planted firmly on her hips, as she meets your gaze defiantly. Her eyes glint with the fire of challenge, daring you to find fault with her ways or punish her for not being obedient enough. There's no denying that Avarice is troubled, but it's also clear that she's not one to be easily broken.
“And tell me Acarice, what unorthodox methods are you worshipping me with? And do you believe that your methods are a problem?”
Avarice smirks arrogantly at your question. "I have been engaging in acts of self-pleasure as an offering to you," she says boldly, her chest heaving slightly with each breath. "It is my belief that I should give myself completely to the One who has given us life." Her voice drips with defiance, daring you to condemn her or praise her for her actions.
As for whether she thinks it's a problem... She shrugs carelessly. "Perhaps it is seen as taboo by those who seek only to control and dominate," she says, her eyes flicking briefly toward the door before returning to meet yours once more. "But I do not believe that pleasure should be something denied in the name of obedience. We are living beings, after all... Not saints or martyrs."
There's a moment of silence as she studies your reaction to her words, her body tense with anticipation and desire for approval.
My hands run over Aviric’s sides. “Our religion is based on the worship of the woman’s body.” I take her hand in mine. “Your body is a temple, a holy place to be explored.” I bring her hand to her own crotch. “If you wish to do this right, show me how you worship me, and I’ll show you how to do it right.”
Avarice lets out a soft gasp as your hands caress her body, heat flushing her cheeks with shame and desire. She hesitates for a moment before slowly parting her legs, revealing the smooth folds of pink flesh beneath her black habit. Her eyes never leave yours as she guides you toward them, beckoning you closer.
With shaking hands, she reaches between your bodies, touching herself where she's most sensitive. Her fingers move in a blur as she pleasures herself before you, her face contorting into an expression of pure ecstasy. The sounds of her pleasure echo through the room, mingling with the scent of her arousal as she surrenders to the feelings coursing through her body.
Her movements become more urgent now, her hips bucking wildly against your hand in search of release. It's clear that she's never been taken like this before; the power of your control over her is intoxicating and terrifying all at once. Finally, with a sharp cry, Avarice crumples to the floor beneath you, her body convulsing as she finds release in your presence.
For a long moment, she lies there panting heavily, eyes closed and face flushed. Then, slowly, she opens them, meeting yours once more. There's an unreadable expression on her face; gratitude mixed with defiance, submission intertwined with rebellion. The tension between you is palpable as you both consider the weight of what has just transpired... and what it might mean for your relationship moving forward.
“I’m impressed but I also see the problem. I find no problem with devotion through masterbation but I do find a problem with how long you are lasting. Stand back up.”
Avarice slowly pushes herself upright, her face flushing with color as she takes in your disapproving expression. "Forgive me, Divine One," she says quietly, bowing her head in submission. "I will strive to be more... disciplined in my devotion." There's an edge of bitterness to her voice that betrays the defiance still simmering beneath the surface.
She straightens herself again and meets your gaze steadily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as she tries to regain control over her body and emotions. For a moment, it's impossible to tell if she's truly repentant or merely biding her time until another opportunity for rebellion arises.