28 Ablution

It wasn't just that, it wasn't just the water getting warmer, but himself. He could feel a slight heat raising from his body running up his neck and onto his cheeks and ears. Then came the delicate motions of the water. Like a slowly running stream was stroking against his body washing away grime beneath grim, he felt his body be touched like he was at the hands of a professional masseuse while Sister Tyli's small hands still massaged his shoulders.

As Sister Tyli did this, she took the opportunity to gaze over his body, licking her lips beneath her veil as she landed upon his girthy manhood. Leaning back and continuing her massage and spreading of the waters purifying encumbrance, her gaze was soon taken by an unusual marking laid atop his left shoulder blade. She hadn't noticed it earlier due to her lascivious lechery, but now that he was bare before her, the darkened mark of seemingly tattooed flesh sharpened to the likeness of a circle within a circle within a circle, each connected by small but intricate markings leaving the centremost circle to be filled with a golden pupil.

Drawn to a halt at the marking, Sister Tyli's eyes widened, her hands still while Noah still felt the pleasure of the encompassing pool. "Ohhh…" groaning out a pleasured sigh, Noah heard a click of a door opening and the sound of heels growing closer. Drawing him to open his eyes and glance to the approaching form Mother Camilia approaching. Her wide hips swaying exaggeratedly with her ample chest rippling with ever bob of her body. Carrying in her hands was a small tray nestled between the two mounds upon which a pitched and a single regal looking porcelain cup was set.

Upon her entering, Sister Tyli urgently pulled herself to her feet and powerwalked to the Mother whose expression for a split moment turned to annoyance that the Sister had left Noah, but said nothing as the girl stood on her toes to whisper something to her.

When she did hear what Sister Tyli had to say, her expression shifted from annoyance to confusion, ultimately ending with her eyes sharpening to look at Noah and the small tattoo-like mark on his shoulder blades.

"Thank you for informing me Sister Tyli. Return to tending to Sir Noah, we will continue the purification as intended. If the curse is worse we can call for your sisters assistance."

'I'm sorry, curse?' Noah's head jerked just a centimeter as he repeated the single word he'd processed from their hushed conversation. 'I'm not cursed… am I?' glancing over his body, his cheek twitched, 'I mean… I am controlling someone elses body, so, maybe that is a curse?' it was challenging to know fully, but what he did notice was how clear the water was, and how his manhood stuck out. And something else, something new.

'…?' there, seemingly a reflection in the depths of the water was a head, though not of his own. It was faint, but reminiscent of a woman drifting through the clear, seemingly flowing waters. Dancing around his body while her streaming eyes gazed across his body, latching onto the flacid penis drifting within the water body.

Noah lifted a hand and rubbed his eyes thinking his mind was playing a trick on him, only, when his eyes opened not only was the water hued disembodied head still there, but it had drawn so close to his lower half that he could feel it drifting in the released currents of her every 'breath.'

'Please, for the love of everything that is holy, tell me I'm not sitting inside of a slime girl.' He eagerly pleaded the gods who seemed so intent on putting him in these unusual circumstances. Slowly trailing a hand through the waters to the woman's head, he came to touch and feel a slight more gelatinous texture. But this quickly disappeared as not a second after making contact with it did the silhouette fade into the background and left his manhandle to drift on its own course. 'Yeah, no… that was definitely a slime…' he paled and tilted his head up to Sister Tyli who was taking back her position to massage his shoulders while Mother Camilia came to seat herself on her knees right next to the girl, laying down her tray not far from the edge. A soft, almost aptly motherly smile on her plump ruby lips as she spoke to him.

"How are you feeling sir Noah? Do you feel as if the taint of monsters has left your body?"

Noah chuckled, "uh, yeah? I think so? Does that mean I can get out now?" while he may not be completely averse to being 'inside' a slime girl, he was not entirely caught up with the mental faculties he required to completely accept the fact.

"Of course you are sir Noah. But you would still have to suffer the effects of the manos taint within your body. This ablution only removed the taint from the surface of your body. We still have to purify the corruption raging rampant within your body."

'Bullshit,' he could tell she believed that wholeheartedly, he on the other hand, didn't. 'Just… go with the flow Noah… get it done with and you never have to come back here again… hopefully.'

"I understand, so, how do we do that?" he crossed his legs and moved his hands to hide his lower half from their view.

Mother Camilia nodded, lifted up the pitcher and began to pour a faintly platinum liquid that glimmered like it was laced with mother of pearl into the cup she had brought with. "To purify ones soul of a monsters taint, you are to drink the waters of mother Artemia. It will wage a battle with the corruption and collect it within your body, after which you simply need to expel it and you will at last be cleansed." While saying this here eyes wandered over Noah's marking with a sharpened glint of recognition. The stream of platinum drink thinning for just a spare moment before halting completely.

Regaining her composure, she lifted the cup from the tray with two hands and offered it out to Noah who tenderly took it from her and stared into the faintly translucent fluids with apprehension. 'I'm guessing this is liquid Viagra then?' he guessed.

"So, I just drink this then?" he asked, just to make sure.

"Yes. In one go if at all possible." Mother Camilia told.

'Oh perfect, just wanting to get me all up and ready at once then?' with a twitching cheek, Noah gazed deeper into the seemingly endless abyss of platinum pearlescence. 'You know what, fuck it. Just, fuck it. I'm stuck on this world I might as well play by its rules. I just hope I don't have a heartattack,' releasing a harsh breath, Noah brought the cup to his lips and tipped his head back, letting the sickeningly sweet, almost lemony drink stream down his throat and into his stomach.

"Fuaah," when the last drop was gone he felt a twitch jolt his head to the side as powerful shiver crawled their way along his entire body. "Thanks?" somewhat confused, Noah handed the cup back to Mother Camilia whose expression had brightened, growing an even stronger smile while the anticipatory smile crossing her features sparkled, watching him for a reaction.

A minute passed, then another thirty seconds. By the second minute of silence still nothing had happened. He didn't feel different, he didn't even feel like he'd just chugged a drink without savouring even a bit of it.

He felt like… himself…

Until about the fifth minute when suddenly he felt somewhere in his lower belly grow tense as a almost cyclonic vortex raged within a part of his body he didn't even know existed. From all across his body it felt as if his blood was reversing within his veins, congealing into the vortex.

He couldn't say anything, nor utter a sound. On his through a muscle tensed, the same to be said across his body.

When finally the swirling vortex weakened and power returned to his body he was left panting, gasping for breath as the collated 'ball' of energy descended, trailing through his lower half, pushing painfully through his veins before arriving at his groin where it entered his scrotum.

The moment it did, the pain disappeared to be replaced.

Replaced with a powerful arousal that grew his erection to sizes previously unbeknownst to even himself while his testicles felt ready to burst at the slightest of stimulation.

For Mother Camilia and Sister Tyli, their eyes sparkled like stars in the skies seeing the powerful reaction coming from him. Both came to raise to their feet just as Noah—through his panting, asked.

"When… when you said expel, how… how?" he knew the answer, in fact, he knew it the moment she had given him that cup. This was more a formality, one his arousal addled mind forced from the back of his thoughts.

Rolling his head to look up at the two nuns, Noah watched as they simultaneously reached for the tops of their robes, stretching out the fabric and peeled it off their bodies. Revealing to Noah two beautifully naked bodies of women, one mature and abundant, the other young and pert.

"Why, through sex of course." Mother Camilia answered prying her habit off her head to let a thick mane of greying black hair cascade down her shoulders.

'I fucking knew it.'