"You have come to the right place," Luna's voice was a soothing hum, a melody that seemed to resonate deep in the duchess's soul. "Here, the Mother hears all prayers… especially those from a woman's womb."
"Come with me."
Before the duchess could answer, the high priestess took her hand. Her touch was gentle, warm, and strangely soothing — soft as a rose petal. Even before she could wonder how something as simple as a palm against hers could feel so good, she was already walking alongside Luna, following her across the grand hall.
Halfway through, the duchess's breath caught. There — standing near a column, equally bare — was her husband.
The duke froze when he saw her. His eyes darted over her body, as if unable to comprehend that this was the same woman who had always been so proper, so carefully dressed.
'What in the world happened to my noble wife?'
Not that he was against it. In fact, after reading the rules carved into the stone tablet, he had been certain she would turn away and leave… yet here she was. Stark naked, just like him.
"H-Hello, honey," he managed, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
"Greetings… love," the duchess replied, her own blush matching his.
"Hehe," Luna giggled at their reaction. She used her authority as the high priestess to reveal their identities to each other.
"!!!" The duke instantly froze, eyes widened in utter disbelief when he saw the woman next to his wife, and for a moment, Time seemed to slow, the vibrant hall with its explicit murals and the beautiful, naked figures fading into a blurry background. There was only her.
She stood there, framed by the soft golden light of the lanterns, as if the whole temple had been built just to cradle her in radiance.
Her hair — a deep, lustrous black — fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, each strand catching the glow like silk spun from midnight. Her crimson eyes, warm and luminous, locked on his with a knowing softness that seemed to strip away every guarded thought he had ever carried. The curve of her lips held a promise he couldn't name, yet his body recognized it instantly.
'I want her.'
He swallowed hard.
Every step Luna took toward him was unhurried, graceful, and yet each one felt like it pressed down on his heart, bending him toward her will. The sway of her hips wasn't exaggerated, but perfectly timed — the natural movement of a woman so utterly in tune with her own allure that she didn't need to flaunt it. The swell of her breasts shifted beneath the silken drape of her temple sash, and for a brief, traitorous moment, the duke imagined kneeling, simply to press his face into that warm softness.
"Ah…" He didn't even realize the sound had escaped him.
Luna stopped just close enough for him to feel her heat — a gentle, enveloping warmth that teased the edges of his skin like the first touch of spring after a long winter. She smiled, and the duke's knees nearly buckled.
"My, my," she said softly, her voice like a lullaby dipped in honey. "Such strong desire from such a handsome, young husband. How much did your wife suffer for your lusts? To hold you in, keep you tamed, every day."
The duke's breath hitched, his gaze flicking instinctively toward his wife — not out of guilt, but out of a strange, raw vulnerability. The duchess stood frozen, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in an expression he had not seen in years… not since their first nights together, when passion had burned too brightly to be hidden behind propriety.
In truth, Luna had no fucking idea what she was talking about, aside from Liliana and her maid, who were already followers of her mother; this was her first interaction with humans. And she couldn't fail. Fortunately, Morgana was watching, whispering words in her ears.
'Impress them and be friendly to the new girl,' Morgana instructed, smiling proudly as her daughter began her new role as the high priestess. 'Try to sneak your way inside her womb, but don't impregnate her'
'Understood, Mother'
Luna nodded and proceeded to lead the husband and the wife, showing them the wonders of the holy breeding temple, from gloryholes to shackles in the walls, cages, dildo benches, and sticky floors. All kinds of pornographic stuff filled the temple of the goddess Morgana.
Luna guided them forward with the easy authority of someone who belonged utterly to this sacred space. She didn't simply walk; she flowed, each step leading them deeper into a world that seemed to thrum with some primal rhythm. Her fingers brushed against the duke's hand once, then the duchess's — light as a feather, yet leaving behind a lingering heat that curled low in their bellies.
"This is where your problem can be fixed," Luna declared, standing next to a massive door. The duke and his wife kept silent, waiting for further information on this room, but their hearts were beating like crazy.
"This is the Sanctum of Transformation," Luna said, opening the massive door that seemed like it was designed to hold a titan. "It's a body modification room, and as the name suggests, here you can literally change anything in your bodies."
"!!!!!" Both husband and wife had the same expression; their jaws dropped, their eyes almost popped from the sheer incredibility of what they were hearing.
"Body modification? Truly!?" the wife asked, in shock. The husband couldn't find the right words to ask his questions, not in that state, so he settled in silence.
"Truly, there are limits for the non-followers, but..." Luna smiled, tilting her head to the side. "You can change your body muscles, limbs, breast size, ass size, pubic hair, and even your gender."
"Th... that's amazing!" The duchess's voice trembled as she said it, her hands instinctively brushing over her own hips, as if imagining what could be reshaped beneath her skin.
The duke's throat tightened. His mind spun with possibilities, though the thought of changing his body felt less alluring than the idea of watching his wife change. But of course, he was a man, so a big dick was always in the picture.
"Yes, and of course this room can heal your damaged womb and remove the curse from his testicles," Luna said, pointing a finger at the duchess, then at the duke, confusing both of them.
"W-What do you mean... High priestess?" the duchess gulped, heart beating like thunder in her chest. Was there more to her problem? And what does this talk about? A curse? Her husband was cursed? She didn't know.
"Yes, I can see that your current situation was intentional." Luna dropped a bomb on the two of them, confirming something they had kept ignoring since their failed efforts at trying to conceive a child.
The duke and his wife couldn't process this information, so they stood in silence. Luna's crimson gaze lingered on them both, the faintest smile curling her lips — not mocking, but knowing.
"The flow of life within you," she continued, stepping closer until her warmth brushed their skin, "has been bound. Subtly. Deliberately. Whoever did this knew how to hide their hand… but here, nothing is hidden from the Mother's sight."
The duchess's knees weakened. She clutched her own belly without thinking, the phantom weight of years of longing pressing heavier than ever.
"B-Bound…? By who?" Her voice cracked.
"Are you saying… Someone cursed us? Both of us?" The duke's jaw tightened, anger sparking behind his disbelief.
"Yes. And the intent was cruel — to rob you of heirs, of joy, of the bond that comes from creation itself. Whether it was done for power, revenge, or jealousy… that, I cannot yet tell." She reached up, brushing the backs of her fingers against the duchess's cheek. "But it can be undone."
The duchess's breath caught. "You… Can heal us?"
"The Mother can restore you," Luna said simply, her voice carrying the weight of a promise. "But healing comes at a price. Not gold. Not jewels. A price of surrender."
"Surrender… what?" The duke swallowed hard. He was ready to pay any price for the happiness of his wife.
"Yourselves." Luna's smile deepened, her eyes moving between them as if binding them together with an unseen thread. "Surrender yourselves to the pleasure and enjoy it in the name of the goddess of breeding."
"How?" the duchess finally asked, the raw emotions in her heart reflected in her eyes.
"To heal your bodies and remove the curse, you need points," Luna gestured around the Sanctum of Transformation. "And you get points by indulging all of your desires and using this room."
"The more intense you are in pleasuring your bodies, the more points you will get."
The duke and duchess exchanged a glance — one filled with hesitation, curiosity, and something neither had dared to name aloud for years. The marble walls seemed to lean closer, listening, while the warm lamplight painted every curve and shadow of their bare bodies.
Luna stepped forward again, close enough that they could smell the faint, intoxicating sweetness on her breath.
"The Mother does not deal in shame," she whispered, her voice threading between them like silk. "Here, desire is not sin… it is worship. Every gasp, every shiver, every unspoken craving — all are offerings."
"Don't worry," She then proceeded to squeeze her left breast with one hand and used the other to gently rub her pussy. "I'll help you gather points fast."